I’ve just returned back from Paris. This trip wasn’t much different from the last one – all day we were spending on the fashion exhibition and in the evening we were so tired that the only thing we could do was to go to the restaurant and then back to the hotel. But this time I wanted to go back to Riga even less. It seems that I am falling in love with this city more and more; I love its rounded roofs and mansard apartments below them, its tiny balconies decorated with flowers, its narrow streets with boulangeries on each corner and the morning smell of freshly baked croissants…
The most memorable was the last night. We were eating snails, drinking wine and talking in a wonderful family-owned restaurant, which welcomes guests in the Montmartre district since 1909. Such an interesting place! I felt myself like a heroine of Woody Allen’s film “Midnight in Paris”, as it seemed that we found ourselves in Paris of the early 20th century. Afterwards we went for a walk to Sacré-Cœur Basilica, for the first time in my life I was there at night and it was magical. Paris at night is very different – there is no rush, the streets are empty, almost no cars and only soft yellow lights from thousands of windows remind you how many people live in Paris. I was standing there, in the heart of the city, from where you can see the city as if it’s on you hand; a warm wind was blowing in my face an I was thinking what my life would be if one of those windows was mine.