Literary Paris: Writers Writing Amid Paris, France

I love Paris, France, and have often felt like she is or was mine. This is true although it has been years since I've physically been there. Why? 

I relate to Paris on many levels, including its historical places and events, literary and philosophical ambiance, astounding beauty, magnificent monuments, lovely river, flow of light, quaint streets and wide boulevards, colorful gardens, quaint cafes, lonely parks, and of course the unique Parisiennes and Europeans all over the city. Something stays with you. How?

I often feel at one with Paris, no matter where I might be in the world. Yes, it is a heart condition; not like being possessed with God's Holy Spirit, but at least an emotional or human-type equivalent. In a sense it is a spirit of nostalgia, sentimentality, and experiencing the continuum of time. 

All of Paris, France is Literary Paris, no matter what anyone says. Writers and historical characters have stood everywhere you have stepped. They have lived on every street, written in every tabac or cafe, and sat almost anywhere you have seen.

There is nothing in the world like strolling the stark rues and busy boulevards of Paris all day and night, stopping in the famous, infamous, and unassuming cafes for a beer or five and some writing time with yourself or with the presence of others that do not realize they are with you. 

Everyone and everything is a part of the moment. Paris is the stage and movie of many people's lives.

You must also understand that the Parisians themselves are used to what they have, so much so that sometimes they do not appreciate it daily. In other words, I can often speak and write about the French Capital with more enthusiasm and detail than the natives. It is always fresh to me, whether I am there or simply in my enchanted memory.

Although lovers of Paris and Literary Paris often speak of and in generalities, and about Expatriate 1920's events, the city is also a small and personable place amid the larger whole. 

A photograph of nothing but a vacant chair or an old table in Paris seems to mean more simply because of where it was taken. History demonstrates this, as do our own eyes that function as camera lens in the city.

I thank God for Paris, likely the second most vital large city in the world - trailing only Jerusalem in honor and glory...

Jimmy Hall/MS/BBA (404-580-1501) is owner of JIMMY HALL WRITING SERVICES.com, and carefully writes business plans, resumes, web content, letters, and many other types of writing....