It was a rather gloomy morning when we woke up on Sunday. Our weekend in Paris was coming to an end, but we enjoyed every minute of it! The Saturday was perfect for a stroll around the French capital, as the sky was blue and the sun was shining happily on us. Today the sun disappeared behind a think grey cloud and there was no hope it would show itself later on.
Squeezed into a vast space countless numbers of small shops offering anything and everything from the past welcomed us with a little apprehension and wariness. The owners of the shops seated outside catching the sun or inside blending in the surroundings of their precious items. Their faces were hard to read or presented such a mix of emotions that it was difficult to decide what they were trying to show or hide. My eye was caught by a funny bunch of wooden people, small marionettes-like looking mannequins waiting to be dressed in the most elegant and expansive clothes for posh dolls. I wondered what kind of stories they told and to whom – was it a simple story about Red Riding Hood or perhaps something more sophisticated and not necessary for children.
There are two things I keep doing while traveling – looking for amazing churches to visit (for some reason they smooth my soul) and towers or anything with steps or without them to climb. I sometimes go down a lot of stairs first, like in Sardinia, trying to reach Neptune’s Grotto, and then climb back. It is still the same thing, just different order.
I thought traveling opened my mind. I was wrong. Traveling is a border you cross, it’s a tool you use unconsciously to unlock your heart and enrich your soul. It’s like stepping to unknown water to learn how to swim. You trust you can do it and keep yourself on a surface. And you do. Traveling does not open your mind. It is you who does that, it is you who allows traveling to open you up. And by doing so you are becoming someone brand new, you are becoming you – fully realizing your needs, dreams and wants.