My “tourist plan” for most days was as follows: leave the apartment, walk in any direction guided by my intuition and interest in what I see around me, follow nice smells, happy sounds, beautiful things. I looked forward to the prospect of being incredibly lost, so long as what was around me was pleasant and ONLY when Absolutely necessary consult with the map!
After all, one street was the same to me as any other would be, unfamiliar. By doing this I ended up stumbling upon the sight of the River Seine and it was a magnificent surprise to look up et voila! I was still experiencing vertigo and dizziness from the flight, so my gaze tended to be to the ground, I couldnt trust my “spatial awareness”.
The first thing I noticed was the sandcastle and wondered who could have made it and how it was undestroyed… then I realised it was a sculpture and saw the water. There she is.
Once I saw the Seine, I connected with this city in a way I hadn’t anticipated. Can water speak? Can its flow awaken your own?
I turned to walk along the the river parallel to the Louvre and couldn’t believe how huge it was. In the distance I sensed an omnipresence, my steps coming to a halt without understanding why. There she was. The tower. Touchdown. Now I was in Paris.