Would you let me. .

Beneath your beautiful ~ Labrinth & Emeli Sande

Paris- Nov, 12

It’s a cliche and it is Paris after all- what do you expect?

Smelly metro…… you wrinkle your nose and say how it is all better in London. (Course it is Hun!)…… we spend half an hour trying to figure out the silly ticket machines in french! (Remind me did you not take lessons? oh no we know what you did with the french lessons….. what? I am kidding!!)

Oh wait!!! They drive on the wrong side of the road…… you and I nearly get killed by a bus hardly an hour getting to the city…..

You stop me from getting killed and killing a cyclist twice within the next 20mins (lets not forget my non- existent road sense gave you an opportunity to give me a loud lecture for the next 10 odd mins- My hero!)

Just had to do the walking hand in hand….. stop at random stores…. stare at strangers.

I stare at you….. at the coffee shop – its almost midnight and we are arguing randomly over why we wouldn’t move to every new city we visit because I happen to fall in love with every single one of them. The man with bunch of roses stops by (cliche!) and you buy one and ask him to give it to me (Of course giving me the rose yourself would be a – cliche!).

You hate the art scene- I love the buzz …… ‘Not my kinda city’,  you say.  We cross the bridge as I buy a stupid lock to write our names on it, you are complaining while I fix the lock ….. you wouldn’t want anyone to know of this, you warn me. I laugh and I throw the spare key in the river.

A few oysters and a few wriggly insects after…….. we reach the Eiffel to see it lit……

Its freezing and you remind me for the umpteenth time ‘that you told me to get my coat -and how I never listen to you!!!’

The lights come on and its all magical (Cliche?)…….

Of course the next day-  I wouldn’t miss Shakespeare and Co for the world (check Before Sunset for context), you are good at navigation (we know that!) and we finally arrive- you let me have my moment. You feel out of place with the musty old books……… I hurry up and pick the ‘Little Prince’ as a souvenir…

On the train back – I think to myself ‘now wasn’t that a romantic trip’? – I hear you murmur something about being hungry….. and I smile to myself ‘Damn right it was, I fell in love all over again!’ (Of course with Paris…..Nah!! with you sunshine!)

‘Would you let me see beneath your beautiful tonight?’