Thoughts at 4 am

I am in Paris. 
Paris, the city of the lovers, the city of fashion, the city of beauty and the city of history. But here am I, at four am, sitting in a bed in my sister's house, wondering why is the world so obsessed with this city which, in the end, is just a city like a thousand others ! 
When I walk in the Parisian streets, I feel nothing, I am emotion-free. When I walk downtown Tunis, however, my feelings overflow, sometimes I could feel them leaving my skin and dancing among people passing by the busy streets. Everything in downtown Tunis just touches my heart, like there are no borders between the outside and the inside: the freezing winter wind tickling my face, the summer days' morning breeze brushing my bare hands , the Tunisian metro or "the green snake" as my friends and I call it passing by, the sound of the random vendors here and there trying to sell of everything, the purple April flowers on the trees,every small unnoticed detail gives me the biggest and the most real of my smiles. Everything in those streets, be it good or bad, somehow lights a bit of happiness in my soul whenever I think about it. And there's this one place in particular, a cafe in Lafayette that I used to frequent. Sometimes I think about it so hard that I can almost feel my hand touching my regular table, hear the laughs of my friends and the people around us, smell the coffee that is being made and see the owners walking around smiling and greeting everyone. I miss that place so much that I sometimes dream about it, it was my happiness factory. 
The memories I have of normal streets and a normal cafe make my homeland and my favorite town better than Paris. How beautiful can Paris be, it won't ever feel like downtown Tunis, no cafe in Paris will ever have the warm, happy atmosphere of that cafe in Lafayette, and not an avenue of Paris will ever hold as much memories and happiness as do some corners in the streets of downtown Tunis.

Author's Note

Reviews are welcome, no matter how they are :D

Reviews

[Kaitlynn A. Black]

The best thing about going to different places is to remember those places that we've already been and that one place we call home. I love how your story bubbles with a romatic dream like essence. As if one is waltzing through their memories. I enjoyed reading this!

Hugs! - Kate

[Wiif]

Thank you ! I'm glad you liked it :)

[Everett DeValle]

I Love your story...I always dreamt of going to Paris. Maybe, a trip I save for someone I care for...in the mean time, I'll enjoy living vicariously through other people's travel...I relate...Paris, the City of Light and yet it doesn't compare to your place of longing on Tunisia. It's likd you are missing the action that is not readily available in Paris...in other words its not all that its cracked up to be. Nicely expressed sentiment.

[Wiif]

Yeah in the end places are all about he people we know in them and the memories we have of them, and sights and smells are nothing but a fragment of those people and memories.
Glad you enjoyed it !

[Everett DeValle]

So true...I'm sure you will acclimate and find new roots in a new place. Yes, the sweet memories...it's what's makes us. I enjoyed it immensely. Thank you for sharing.

[❀ Gabriela ..]

That was lovely! A beautiful little piece, I really liked your descriptions and insight. And so true- even the most marvelous of cities cannot beat the feeling of being home. :)

[Wiif]

Thank you for reading and reviewing :)
Yeah, I miss being home so much, and really, nothing beats it.

[Mélania Woolf]

Full of emotions ,darling.
Something I can relate to; The love for the simple little things in this country that beats the glory of their "Ville-Lumière"
Keep up with writing such beautiful things.
Much love x

[Wiif]

Thank youuuu :D
xoxo