I always think about the first time I went to Paris. My dad took for a few days when I was only 12 years old. I can still remember the joy I felt being in this incredible city. The sense of awe I felt simply walking down the street. The same joy I felt being there twelve years later. The world is full of beautiful and interesting places, but there is something special about Paris.
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When I was twelve I was fortunate enough to tag along on my dad’s work trip to Paris. I felt like the coolest twelve year old in the world- after all, none of my friends had been to Paris! Standing on top of the Eiffel Tower, drinking hot chocolate in cute cafes and strolling (more like skipping) down the pretty streets was very special experience. For me the highlight was definitely the Louvre. My memories of the first time I went to this museum are almost like a dream. We had a private tour where we learnt about the history of the building and saw many ancient artefacts- which made twelve-year-old-ancient-history-obsessed Kristina very happy!
On my most recent trip to the Louvre I felt like I was in an entirely different museum. As the world’s largest museum with eight curatorial departments, there is more to see than you can fit into one day- so its no wonder it felt like a completely different museum! Everything was so new and exciting. I spent a very happy afternoon getting lost amongst sculptures and paintings. I think I may have to go back to Paris for a week just to have enough time to see everything in the Louvre (insert me frantically looking for cheap flights here!)
I can understand why the Jardin du Luxembourg has long been a source of inspiration for writers and artists, featuring in the works of writers such as Victor Hugo and Henry James. Full of magical sunlight, the garden is full of colour no matter the season. I think I could spend every day strolling through the Luxembourg Gardens. The gardens were particularly important to the writers of the Lost Generation, many of whom lived locally and spent a lot of time in the gardens. You can easily imagine Gertrude Stein walking her dog, F.Scott Fitzgerald enjoying the afternoon sun and Earnest Hemingway walking through the gardens on his way to the Musee du Luxembourg after a long day of writing.