What’s your favorite place in the world? You know the one, that sweet spot you immediately connect to the moment you arrive?
For some, you needn’t travel further than the comfortable space in your home where the flames of the fire refresh you on a cold day. For others, it’s a beach where waves soothe your soul. Maybe your the type that prefers the upbeat pulse of a city that invigorates your senses.
For me, as much as I love peaceful surroundings, my favorite place is Paris. From the moment I climb up the Metro’s steps, the kaleidoscope of sights and sounds in the city center engulfs my body. As if there is a mute button in my brain, I tune out the noisy traffic and blare of sirens, and allow myself to absorb the magnificent grandeur surrounding me. For some indescribable reason, it has that wonderfully sweet feeling of being home.
Here is an excerpt from my novel, Complicated…by Design, where I described a character’s virgin reaction to Paris as one who had just stepped out of a storybook.
She stood at the edge of the Tuileries Gardens, her view across the vast open grounds where marble statues dotted the landscape. She turned and her gaze landed on the glorious Louvre with it’s mighty wings wrapping around the glass pyramid centerpiece.
Eyes wide, she gathered in her surroundings and continued to scan Rue de Rivoli, lined with groundbreaking 19th Century architecture. She breezed past Place de la Concorde, where the Champs-Elysees and the Jardins des Tulieries meet. Her mouth agape, she took in the Arc de Triomphe in the distance.
Then, her eyes twinkled at the site of Paris’ pinnacle of tourism – the Eiffel Tower – perched gracefully on the left bank of the Seine River. After a momentary pause, the railway station, stunningly transformed into the D’Orsay museum, was in her sights.
Close your eyes and visualize yourself in your favorite place. No matter where it is, here’s to wishing you a memorable visit to your sweet spot. Cheers!