Paris

this photo is taken in Paris,

they are the steps down Mont Martre, i think.

it's one of the photo's i keep 

on my Pinterest boards,

which is dedicated to photographs 

{black & white mostly}

that i really like.

i'm not a fan of Paris.

it fills me with ambivalence.

according to my ex, this is because

i fear the confidence 

and sensuality {??}

that the city presents.

he was probably right.

Paris represents a confidence 

that i don't feel i ever had.

i also envy Paris this.

i can handle London 

- London is a mix of historical

and modern 

that i feel at home with -

i love being there...

i love Berlin

- it represents a more recent history

and celebrates alternative ways 

of Being Human,

and holds a German confidence

{or is it arrogance?}

that i like,

and i tend to ignore 

the Kitkat Club elements that 

the city is also famed for -

i loved being there...

i loved Barcelona

the warm, kind, life-loving vibe i got there

{or maybe this was just cos 

my son was our tour guide...}

the mixture of modern life

and centuries of history,

the daring architecture,

the way it was so Spanish

but also so much Catalan

i really want to go back there...

but Paris...

i don't know...

maybe i just need to go there again,

one day,

take the Thalys and book a hotel room

right in the centre

and soak it all in...

it worked with Berlin...