The way from La Sorbonne to the Champs-Elysées, by foot, is quite really long but since the weather was hot, I decided not to take the subway. All people who have been to Paris once and use its subway system know that it is both dirty and smelly. Consequently, it is even more smelly when the thermometer starts to reach 30°C... And I already experienced in the streets the good French characteristics of some people who never seem to know the existence of deodorant. I walked to the banks of the Seine until I decided to cross the river thanks to one of the bridges next to the Louvre museum. I finally reached the Tuileries... There is something special about this garden. First, there is this unique perspective : one can see the famous pyramid made of glass and the old façade bearing many statues of the original palace of the Louvre. In the other way, the obelisk of the Place de la Concorde coincides with the Arc de Triomphe and the skyscrapers of the business area of La Défense outside Paris. But the Tuileries is one of the very few areas in Paris in which calm, trees, and lawn have more space than concrete, noise, and cars. Here and there, I admired the marble statues representing gods and goddesses of the ancient Greek. I can not explain why but I love sculptures made of marble such as Michaelangelo's David. Their lines are pure, their expressions are finely chiselled... Finally, I sat on a bench and enjoyed the place for a couple of minutes under the leaves of the numerous lime trees.
The more I thought about it, the more evident it was to my eyes. If I love this city so much, it is mainly because most of the places make me remember of a precise moment I spent with the guy I am in love with. But yesterday, for some reasons, he could not meet me. It did not mean the end of the world to me but the French capital has been less enjoyable... I remembered our walking on the Champs-Elysées this winter, a street reminded me of the sentences he said, another one of the kiss he planted of my lips. I was quite thinking about all what happened and when I was coming back from my little cloud, there was nobody walking next to me, no eyes looking at me enviously, no arms to hold me safely. Deep inside me I know that he does not play with me but sometimes I wish I could have more attention. We know each other for more than two years and even though we argued several times, we spend wonderful days when we are together. Isn't it a good sign that we might be some kind of inseparable ? I went abroad, I grew up, and I visited the world as he wanted me to do... He wrote once when I was in Sweden that he wanted me to be next to him when I will be back. He also used to say in December that I was an awesome man almost good to marry... I answered "Almost... that's where lies the difference" and he answered that everything happens to a man who knows how to wait the good moment. I looked in his eyes and I saw that he would be the one who wants it. I just hope I have not been away for too long and that I will be able to see him again soon because I have been missing him too much and I just... love him.