Wheels

I do not know why Paris seemed less romantic in my eyes, in my very recent visit after an absence of more than 10 years, compared to how I always felt about the city in the past. It might be the age that let us see things as they are (or maybe in this case uglier than how they are). It could also be the hectic schedule of the visit that did not allow for slow contemplating walks on the banks of the seine and these walks, in my previous visits, used to be the best Paris could offer. Or simply this feeling of the lack of romantic touch might mean I could finally release myself from the fact that it was in Paris, many years ago, where my heart beat hard for what seemed to be, back then, an eternal flame.