Tonight I got to check off yet another item on my Paris Bucket List: buying a book from Shakespeare and Company.
I honesty only recently discovered the book lover’s dream near Notre Dame and am ashamed of myself for this fact. However, I know about it now and I believe we’re already in a spiral of endlessly unrelenting love. I spent my whole evening tonight curled up on one of the velvet couches upstairs with Jack Kerouac’s “On The Road.” The sporadic pianists who came through to test out their skills for those filling the room enhanced the night tenfold and the dark aroma of Paris’ sweet and sultry scent spilling into the room completed the evening. A literary enthusiast’s actual dream.
As I was perusing the shelves for my dark pleasure, Dracula, I stumbled upon the most perfect copy I’ve ever seen. Mysterious grey and hypnotizing black cloth envelop the pages in beautiful simplicity; I immediately plucked the book up and held it close, knowing my decision on what book to actually buy first had been made. My favorite book in the perfect wrapping, I couldn’t be happier.
Receiving the famous Shakespeare and Company stamp upon purchase, I strolled out into the Parisian night with a grand smile painted across my face. The only way to end this wonderful night, I thought to myself, is to stroll home in the beautiful weather, while listening to the crisp lullabies of Edith Piaf.
So that’s what I did.
I turned off the world and watched the crystal-lit Seine dance along with the lights of the city and hummed sweet French classics to myself in the night air.
Quite the perfect end to yet another wonderful Parisian day.
Last I left you, I was moving to Africa. Well, that changed and as of today, I’ve moved my booty to Paris, France and will be spending the next year of my life as an au pair. Not gonna lie, I was terrified about the prospect of things going awry and up until 12 hours ago my anxiety was through the roof over it.
But that all changed when I walked through the gate exit after my flight into Paris. As I’m rolling my overstuffed suitcase and duffel bag through the doors, the first thing I see is a little blonde haired boy holding up a sign reading, “Megan Suddarth,” in the middle of a sea of people all by himself. I immediately become ecstatic over realizing this is my little A and start to scream. The next thing I know, the rest of the family is jumping up from their seats off to the side on a bench and rushing toward me. I’m immediately engulfed in smiles and hugs and kisses and at that moment I knew everything would be okay. The S family welcomed me in with open arms the instant their eyes landed on me and I’ve felt loved all day.
After leaving the airport, we spent the rest of the day getting me settled, eating and exploring. Hours walking down the Seine and seeing the beauty of Paris all over again was wonderful. I’ve had the most perfect first day back in France and know that I’ve made the right decision about what I’m doing in my life at this moment. I can’t wait to see what this next year brings and look forward to taking advantage of all of the opportunities that God has already blessed me with.
So, as I lay in bed, eyes half closed, I can’t help but smile over how wonderful this next year will be for this American girl living in Paris.