I’ve recently started working on the sequel to my first book, Ahriman: The Spirit of Destruction (http://amzn.to/1rJjjb0). In the first part of this as yet unnamed sequel, my main character Petra Shirazi spends a great deal of time in Paris. After returning here for the first time since moving away in 2011, I am reminded again and again of how jealous I am of her for being able to live in and spend her time in this amazing city.
Lots of people have different experiences associated with Paris. Almost everyone is entranced by its beauty; every street corner is like walking through a postcard. Travelers that haven’t enjoyed it as much have a range of complaints that I won’t go into here. What the city does offer though is a wonderful appreciation of art in all its forms. Earlier tonight, I watched the July 14th (Bastille Day) celebrations at the Eiffel Tower. I’ve seen a number of different firework shows in New York, Washington DC, Chicago, and Toronto, but without question, I can say that I have never seen anything like this. The show cannot be called anything but the finest form of art, with the fireworks choreographed to a combination of music from Mozart, Beethoven, John Lennon, and other prominent musicians. I felt like I was back on the ice rink choreographing my own figure skating routine with all of the emotion the fireworks brought to each piece of music. What’s even more amazing is that I felt this level of emotion in spite of jostling with other people in the crowd and constantly craning my neck to see. I’ve attached one picture I managed to get from before the fireworks started and will add others that I can get from friends of the later festivities, along with a youtube link eventually. To sum it up in a word though – the event was breathtaking, as is most everything in this city. Maybe I can move back here someday, but until then, I will be living vicariously through Petra.
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