me and my cities

6/11/2010

Just like London, New York, Boston, and Montreal, being in Paris made me come alive, I felt like a moth when it sees a flame when I saw the great architectures and sensed the energy of the city. I felt as if I was the reincarnated being of someone who lived in the same eras as the geniuses who created these amazing works of art in Paris, a being who missed the finished products and now has the opportunity through me to check them out.

When I am these great cities, I feel like my potential as a human being is limitless, the only thing i worry about when i am matching about is what and where to eat when hunger strikes. I cannot imagine myself going to these places and spending all my days indoors.

Anytime that I am in a city I tell myself I should visit a museum or see a play but if the sun is shining I feel like I must be outdoors or else I will be missing something.

As I kid I loved hearing stories about the how’s, the when’s and why’s of the past, from anyone who was willing to share, which in most cases was my grandma, Nana the great. So when I am in places where you can actually see history I feel blissful. One regret I have is not being able to speak with the people who create this magnificent works of art, to ask them what their inspirations were and bow down. Oh, I also regret is not being able to see such beauty every day.
p.s
One day soon I will make it into a museum in New York City, I am currently reading about Art History.