Our hearts and thoughts flew across the Atlantic on November 13th when Paris fell under attack. We know how they are feeling and understand the frisson of fear that follows us when we start to resume our regular routines.

And we also know that we cannot stop traveling. To Paris. To Italy. To Spain. To New York, Charleston or Sonoma. We cannot stop experiencing the history, food, people of other cultures, countries and cities.

As I watched the news coming from Paris, I was reminded of my last trip there this past March. I stayed in the area where the attacks took place. When I returned, I raved to friends and colleagues about the vibrancy of the area, the narrow, lively streets, the friendly people and the history of the area.

I will stay there again. I will walk around the Place de la Republique and over to the Canal St.Martin. I will walk down to Rue de Rivoli and cross the Seine by way of the Pont Neuf. This bridge, the oldest in Paris, was the place to be when it was built. All Paris would parade across the bridge, talking time to sit on the benches to watch the boats or the passing parade of people. I will do the same. I will take the time to pause, watch the river, feel the heart of Paris.

“There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were or how it was changed or with what difficulties, or ease, it could be reached. Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it.” E. Hemingway.

Yes, Ernest, Paris IS always worth it.     ~Debra Fioritto