“In every corner of Paris I was reminded: the city is old; it stays the same. People will try to tell you how different it is, how it has evolved: the food scene is different; the construction is killing that neighborhood; the tourists are getting more obnoxious. But for me, those changes barely register. Paris is essentially the same. That’s the whole point of it.”
“Paris reassures you that you are in a cycle of life that will end, and that everyone before you has felt just as important and just as crucial to the cycle, and yet they ended, too. Paris is a good place to remind yourself that everything ends.”
“In America, we think we’ll find a cure for all of this. But Paris assures you that you are mortal, here for a blink of time, that the world will barely register your existence before you are gone.”
“This is the existential dread of Paris, and this is also the way Paris sets you free.”
I read once that as an American, you fall hard for either London or Paris – but not both. For me, it’s always been Paris. Twenty years have passed since I lived in the City of Light, and it’s been almost a decade since I’ve visited. Everything is different, everything is the same. And yet, this city remains eternal. Paris, je t’aime. Paris, I love you. Always have, always will.
(All quotes from Taffy Brodesser-Akner’s New York Times article “Mourning in Paris,” November 16, 2017.)