Hark here, a reposted, lovely, short film on Paris. Everything about this little movie is ameezing. When I was 18 I went to Paris to be an au pair for a 4 year old girl and a baby boy who was born two weeks after I arrived. I walked into Charles De Gaulle airport a gym crazed, small town teenager and came back to South Africa looking like a COD playing 16 year old boy. All lumpy with a terribly short hairstyle (always take a translator when getting a haircut in a foreign land). But completely and utterly besotted with Paris and all of it’s gritty, ancient, sophisticated beauty.
And I got over crazy gyming and discovered french ice-cream and pain au chocolat (in english that sounds like ‘pain of chocolate’, which is what it feels like when your jeans won’t close after 3 weeks of Parisian life.) Yet totally worth every straining button. Mostly I began to feel a different heart beat pounding through my blood. Of buildings that had seen centuries of stories and of women so chic they were postcards waiting to happen. Paris, I love you.