We were in Paris the past five days. I’d not been there for 15 years, when I was studying abroad at 20. And yet we experienced Paris this past week like we had not aged: late nights and early mornings, beer and cigarettes, raving until 7 am, bread and butter and chocolate and nutella . . .

I had an incredible time, remembering the city I once knew, retracing steps as an adult, discovering new neighborhoods, and meeting new friends. I enjoyed it, although I know that my lifestyle has changed so much that I couldn’t possibly keep up with the pace any longer.

But the city brings out those habits — it awakens the night owl, the party deep within you.



Published by Cheri Lucas Rowlands

I am an editor at Longreads. For over a decade, I've worked on curation, editing, and storytelling projects across Automattic, including

3 thoughts on “Paris

  1. The city of my heart, Cheri. Although born in Normandy I moved there as a student and stayed until I left for California late 1990. I’m going to read your longer post since I’m sure you have mixed feelings, mostly due to the overwhelming police and military presence that is always a shock to me when I land in my native land. Since the early 2000s it has been unfortunately heavier. But the beauty of the city is still there. And my heart always beats faster when the plane touches ground at Charles de Gaulle.
    I’m happy for you and your husband that you had a great time there.

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