Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Postcards From Paris

I had never imagined that I would be spending a Birthday in Paris, ever! As soon as we got our Schengen visas sorted we booked a short and sweet weekend break to Paris and what a delightful trip it was.

We took it easy the first day. After indulging in coffee and croissants, we took an overview of the city from atop Tour Montparnasse and the Eiffel Tower.

Day 2 was as action packed as could be. Although I had planned to get up early morning to catch the sunrise, the rains had other plans. We stepped out around 11:00 am and had a classic French breakfast of Quiche and Pain aux raisins from a nearby Sunday street market, before taking the metro to Les Invalides to check out the golden dome more closely which is famous as the final resting place of Napoléon Bonaparte.

We then crossed Pont Alexandre III and headed to the Louvre museum.

Upon exiting Louvre towards river Seine you see thousands of love locks attached on the side of the Pont de Arts. Pont de Arts had come to be known as the 'love lock' bridge with tourists attaching locks on the bridge and throwing the key in the river as a way of promising never ending love, but the affair ended this year when a million locks weighing 45 tonnes were removed from the bridge for safety reasons. I was actually surprised to see the locks there and the romantic me had to do the 'love lock' thing.

We walked along the river towards Notre Dam Cathedral and stopped for a quick bite and some champagne to toast the lovely day.

We hopped on to the tube next and went to Montmarte to take a closer look at Sacré-Coeur Basilica and roamed around the streets not just admiring the cute cafes here but indulging in some sweet delicacies.

It was time to bid this beautiful city goodbye but not before one last look at the Eiffel Tower dazzling in the evening sky.

We have already started dreaming of visiting the city again. The next time will be a more relaxed stay soaking in the Parisian culture, spending days in the museums and nights strolling on the cobbled streets.

Until next time...

Monday, August 17, 2015

One Last Time

In her eyes, they saw the pain
the broken dreams,
the silent tears stream.

She had been there always,
their guide, their teacher.
It was unto them now,
to make her whole again.

"One last time?" 
the eager eyes called
"One last time?" 
they asked.

The power beckoned to her...
staggering a little,
yet confident in demeanour,
she walked up the stage.

And a twirl, 
simple yet enigmatic,
is all it took, 
for her charm to exuberate.

Thundering claps came pouring down,
like the first rains upon parched earth.
And the petals of her heart then opened
the gruesome tumour forgotten in the moment.

"One last time!"
the cheer got louder
"One last time?" 
they begged.

Fighting the irritant pain
she then said,
"The stage is all I've known,
the only place I've called home.
Thank you, thank you for the hope,
for the reminder of what lies ahead.
One last time, it shall never be
a dancer first and forever I'll always be."

One last time, it shall never be.


Linking to Three Word Wednesday - Enigmatic, Gruesome, Irritate

And to Blog-A-Rhythm's Wordy Wednesday - One last time