If you ask me what the best thing about living in Luxembourg is, and/or what I’ll miss the most, the answer to both will probably be Paris.
Come on, it’s two hours door to door, or gare to gare. And the gare in Paris happens to be the Gare de l’Est, a miniature Eiffel Towers’s throw away from picturesque-hip-relaxed Canal Saint Martin, which again is just a nice Parisian walk away from the still trendy and pretty although too touristy Marais in one direction or the eclectic-artsy Belleville with a view in another, with the so hip SoPi (South Pigalle) in between. For example.
Only the walk may take a while, since there are quite a few interesting boutiques down Beaurepaire, or you might get stuck in the athmosphere and colours of Rue Sainte-Marthe and the square by the same name, or in front of the church daringly showing the naked breasts of Eve for everyone to see. For example.
So when you’ve grown familiar with a place and have your own favourite areas, streets, restaurants, boutiques… which you inevitably do after 10 years of living within that distance from the love-of-your-life city.. then yes – you’ll miss it terribly even if you don’t actually live there.
And when you feel ever so pleased to be able to get that place under your daughters’ skin as well, you’re a bit sad you can’t continue to do that in the same way.
«Mummy, do they have H&M in Paris?»
«Yes, lots of them!»
«Great, because I couldn’t live without H&M when I go here to study.»
Luckily she loves Boutique Louise in Rue du Dragon and the parisian bookstores as well.
I’m not saying Paris has been a weekly thing or anything, I mean there’s your everyday life and your family, not to mention TGV ticket prices (although you do get to be quite the fare-finder). But still you know that it’s there for your taking, close and available. You can wake up and decide to just go there for the day because it’s been too long and you miss it too much.
In the wider sense, Paris illustrates the pleasure of living in the middle of Europe. At this point, I really need to know that Paris is not lost. So although the yes-I–can-take–a-daytrip-to-Paris days are almost over, it can still be just a weekend away.