One day last fall, I was walking down the street and was stopped by two women who were writing an article for the German newspaper, Wochenendbeilage der Stuttgarter Zeitung. The article was about the “Myth of Paris”, and they wanted to know if I felt that Paris was as romantic as the rest of the world believes it to be. “Funny you should ask!”- I proceeded to tell them that yes, I thought that Paris was one of the most romantic cities in the world- so much so that I’ve based my livelihood on it! I explained to them that to many Americans, Paris is synonymous with all that is romantic: cozy restaurants, twisty cobbled-stoned streets, secret gardens and intimate little hotels, amazing food and “les beautiful people“- Paris is Boulevard St Germain and the Champs Elysees and Montmartre (well, just from Place Abbesses to Sacre Coeur…). Paris is the Eiffel Tower and boat rides on the Seine and a “Dîner Spectacle” at the Moulin Rouge. This is the myth, and I think that Paris propagates the myth simply by existing! For those of us who live here- we know that that’s not all there is to Paris. But so what? The residents of Las Vegas know that their city doesn’t end at Mandalay Bay, either!
After that, the reporters asked me how I met my husband, and then took a couple of pictures and sent me along my way. I completely forgot about it until the other day when I received an e-mail from one of the writers along with a copy of the article! A friend translated it for me, and basically it just talks about how my husband and I met and mentions that I’m a wedding planner for the English-speaking community in Paris. But most importantly (and through no fault of my own, I swear!) it says that I’m 32! Look:
Paris is a fabulous city to visit in the autumn. Its not to warm or to cold, its just nice. I like visiting Louvre.