Magré tout je t'aime

Magré tout je t'aime - despite this I love you.  That is the title of my blog. The  myth of Paris- the city of love disappoints in January with a gray, cold and rainy reality. I don't care. I love it's filthy feces smeared streets. I love it's curt big city attitude. I love that women of any age wear their skirts unfathomably short- even in winter. I love that couples cling to each other even in crowds,  even in the sardine can subways packed with bodies and overwhelming stench and in such a hurry too. I love its gorgeous architecture. I love its beautiful face despite so many brutal beatings over the centuries- every thing- and I don't know why.  I just do.