cycling paris. – wheelosopher

‘A wonderful time in Paris’ … that’s what it means in French, not that I speak French, but it seemed appropriate to title it as such (thanks to Google Translate). After all, we are talking about Paris — the City of Romance, where at almost every corner you can see couples locked in passionate embrace, oblivious to the world around them.

I love Paris, and I am certain I will walk its streets again one day. The people are beautiful, although a bit pompous and arrogant at times, but, that’s Paris for you. Love it or loathe it, Paris never lets you go without a twinge of regret.

There are so many are things about Paris (and France) that I love — the cheese, the wines (which, litre for litre, is cheaper than Coke), even by our standards. I particularly enjoyed sitting on a bench in the park munching on a piece of bread and some cheese while a cold wind blows boisterously. Occasionally, the sun would break out from the clouds and warm up the day, and one’s heart.

I love cycling the streets of Paris, with the sound of my wheels chattering a duet with the cobble-stones. At times, I would be weaving between the neat rows of trees with its golden hued leaves rustling in the autumn breeze, some already carpeting the ground with a honeyed, caramel-coloured layer, reminding one that the seasons are changing.

And wherever you turn, like much of Europe, elegantly crafted Parisian buildings make you stop and wonder at their bourgeoisie-ness, clearly reflected in the ornate embellishments that adorn much of their facades.

Am I waxing too lyrical? Well, I suppose it’s because I’ve allowed myself to be enchanted by it. But words can only say so much … let the pictures paint an even more beautiful story ……

Cycle paths among the golden-leaved trees

The bridge that leads to The Invalides, and where Napoleon is buried

One of numerous crossings on the Seine

Strictly for pedestrians, these walkways by the Seine are perfect for romantic walks

Architectural excess, or art?

Love is everywhere in Paris

The classy neighbourhood of Parsy where I had to pass through to get to the centre of Paris.

Of course, I had to get myself in some of these photos as well….but not too obstrusive, I hope. It’s a crime to be in the centre of every photo that’s shot during a holiday…you know the type 🙂

Tourist poseur shot at The Lourve

This Filipino couple on their honeymoon (who asked me to take their picture) were so impressed with my adventure that they insisted I took a photo with them. Nice people.

Tourist poseur shot #2

Posing with a couple of cool cats busking by the Seine.

The Seine seems to attract all kinds of buskers and entrepreneurs, like this guy. Sure its free for 10 minutes, but would you time your massage down to the last free second and get up immediately? Very clever, these frenchies.