The following post about our summer trip to France was written before the recent terrorist attacks in Paris. Our thoughts are with the city and its people during this incredibly difficult time. Here’s how you can help the victims of the attacks.
The fact that I wanted us to stay in Montmartre surprised no one. Amélie was the first film I ever saw that resonated with me, leaving me with a lingering afterglow that kept me giddy for about a week. I was barely a teenager and had just started to delve into foreign and independent films. Up until this point my experience with movies had been whatever was showing at the Cocoaplex in Hershey or the $2 theater at the mall where I spent far too much of my time. After seeing Amélie, it was instantly secured as my favorite film (and it remains as such). I soon began a habit of asking for rides to downtown Harrisburg so I could see whatever was showing at the Midtown, Harrisburg’s independent theater.
That all said, I never felt any really pull to visit Paris. It was on my list of cities to visit merely because I want to visit all the cities, but I always assumed Paris wouldn’t be my kind of city. I figured it would be too touristy, too pseudo-romantic, too expensive.
It turns out that out of the three cities we visited on our trip, Paris is the once I miss the most.