WHAT I’M WEARING: PRIMARK NUDE FLUID VEST, PRIMARK WHITE RIPPED SKINNY JEANS,
PRIMARK AVIATOR SUNGLASSES, PRIMARK KHAKI SUEDE HEELS & PRIMARK FRINGE NUDE BAG
There is something very lovely about the bridges here in Paris, what essentially is an architectural practicality really is so much more to me. I like to stand on them, I like to drink wine on them. Reading a book on a bridge is wonderful. I’ve etched my name with rocks on their pillars and on their benches. I’ve sat cross legged and ate sandwiches from picnics on them. I’ve kissed great boys on them, I’ve cried clutching a 9 euro latte or pulled a scarf closer as a sad song comes through my headphones. But mostly I like to do everything but cross them. These platforms spanning the Seine, for me, are a place to go rather than a way to go to a place. I am certain I have enough stories lived on all my favourite bridges to fill an entire novella at least. There is also nothing sadder than a Paris bridge; standing on one is a sentimental 360 spin, showing the city in the same way I saw it when I was younger, wilder and undeniably a far more fun sort of girl. I change, I grow, I spin but the view and these ancient architectural structures stay the same. And as I begin to cross from my 20s to the 3rd decade of my life, I know I’ll continue to come back to Bir Hakeim or Pont Neuf and simply not cross at all. Bridges are suspended but emotionally for me too – it is on them I hold all my best Paris memories. There they stand no matter how I am or where I am or what I feel. Their solidity combats the time that always feels too swift and too quick in my life. They are pillars of my past; upon them I’ve propped mountains of memories and there they will always stay.
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