That Time When…

It has been quite a while since I last wrote a post and with good reason. I kissed Paris goodbye, came home to my loved ones, saw the sea and saw the capital, got rid off the useless, gave the useful its rightful place and slowly created a steady rhythm in my life. Wake up, jog, have breakfast, read, look for a job, catch an appointment, read, eat, sleep, repeat. With that, a calm silence came over my little blog that felt natural and good.


A friend and I were talking about my life yesterday, discussing how my time as a student has come to an end and how I am now looking for a job, not exactly knowing what I am capable of, not really knowing what to ask for or what to look for. She said: “We used to go to elementary school, then high school and then we went to university and it was all more or less a path we just followed because that’s how you do it.  It must feel so weird for you, to be in a place in life where nothing is really predetermined, where you can frankly do whatever you want.” Frightening yet exciting.

I feel like life in Paris has taught me so much things that are hard to put into words. To overlook pre-judgements, to dare to explore on your own, to accept asking for help, to bond deeply with friends who you just met, to laugh extremely hard and postpone all responsibilities, to be more diplomatic and above all, to be amazed, every day, by the beauty around you.
To illustrate this, and since images can speak louder than words, I grabbed just a handful of random memories that I want to show you now. A random collection of pictures that I took during those four months but that I didn’t share yet,  because I didn’t have the time to show them before, because I thought they weren’t worth the sharing or just because. Some of them make me laugh, some of them make me proud and all of them make me miss the amazing people I met in that extra-ordinary city. Enjoy.

1. That time when…

…Paris was stinking hot and I didn’t have a real place to live yet and little drops of sweat got stuck in my eyebrows. And I visited the Centre Pompidou on my own, and I payed a bubble artist so that I could make pictures that didn’t turn out the way I wanted them in the end, but hey, that’s okay.

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That time when the Centre Pompidou felt like a cool, fresh resting place, where I truly discovered Picasso and Matisse and I saw Klein’s ‘blue’ painting and I had to laugh out loud by my own and I looked like ‘a fucking weirdo’, like Beatriz would have said.

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That time when I came out of the Centre Pompidou and the heat smacked me in the face again and I cooled my hands in the fountain like I just burned them and then I saw Paris, the whole of Paris and it was the most beautiful city in the world.

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2. That time when…

… it was Paris Fashion week and of course we didn’t want to miss out on all the street-fun so we waited outside the show of John Galliano with our cameras and iPhones to see if we could snap some of the rich and famous.

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And some women were super classy and we admired them and wondered what their names were because of course we didn’t know any of them.

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And some women looked like crazy madness and we had to giggle as soon as we discovered that they didn’t have an invite for the show either and that they were in the wannabe-club, just like us.

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And that same time, where we pretended to be fashionista’s ourselves, but needed ten thousand insta-filters to make us look more sophisticated and pretty because we just didn’t seem to have the true fashionista-gen.

3. Or that time when…

My boyfriend came to visit and I booked us a place at the ‘Auto passion’ restaurant because he loves cars and I love him and the restaurant didn’t only have an amazing decor but the food was mouth-watering as well and honestly, I still dream about those scallops.

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4. That time when…

…I wanted to buy my Christmas gifts at Galeries Lafayette because ‘sure there would be a cheap-section as well’ but there wasn’t, there was just tons and tons of luxury and I watched the Christmas tree and I soon understood that no picture could ever do it justice. You’ll just have to go look yourself.

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5. And that time when…

…I took on a challenge that was handed over to me by one of my friends that said ‘plant the seeds of a rose in a public place so you can come back later to see if there are roses’. But I didn’t have rose seeds, I only had a carrot-bomb so I went to Père Lachaise and planted a carrot-bomb at the grave of Eugène Delacroix and I sure hope he likes carrots, because that’s probably the only thing he will eat in a long, long while.

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This is a carrot bomb

6. And finally that time when…

…I took on yet another challenge, to buy a balloon and to send it off into the unknown with a little card. But the owner of the shop told me that I had to do it as quick as possible because the helium would only last for a day and yet I didn’t manage to let it go that very day because argghh the days are so short in December and so I had to return home from Paris with a flat balloon. I guess that’s symbolic for something, but I still don’t know what it is exactly.

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Balloon on Saturday

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Balloon on Sunday. No way it was going to take off, so I took it home instead.

I’ll miss you, Paris.

Were you ever on an ‘undetermined’ path? Did you ever go to a museum on your own? Did you ever use a flowerbomb?

xx B

5 thoughts on “That Time When…

  1. Ik heb deze post nu pas kunnen lezen, woeps 🙂
    Superleuk om te lezen!
    Als het studeren er plots op zit, gaat ge u echt plots vanalles bedenken: plots lijkt heel die schoolcarrière toch niet zo lang geduurd te hebben, voelt ge u de meest volwassen persoon op aarde en kunt ge de zin ‘ruim uw kamer op’ gewoon echt niet meer verdragen.
    Sommige dagen zijn superlang, sommige superkort! T is leuk om daarin uw eigen weg en ritme te vinden! XXX

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