It’s said Paris is for lovers, but it’s also perfect for the most intimate of rendezvous — being alone with your thoughts.
I’m dating myself. I don’t mean I’m giving clues to my age (I’m 60, if you must know). I’m treating myself as if I were my own love interest. Since becoming a widow in 2023, I’ve dipped my toe into the dating pool exactly twice, quickly returning it to dry land each time. Instead, I’ve decided to focus on self-love, and because I’m head over heels, I took myself on a month-long trip to Paris.
I’ve wanted to visit the City of Lights since my mom introduced me to Funny Face when I was nine. I imagined myself visiting its epic landmarks just like Audrey Hepburn. It took decades, but I finally made good on that dream.
When I told my friends I was headed to Paris solo, every single one swooned and said they’d love to do the same. One friend told me she got engaged in her early 30s to a man she’d only known for a couple of months because he was about to spend the summer in his Paris pied-à-terre. The idea sounded so glamorous that it overshadowed the fact that she was already having doubts about whether he was The One. He wasn’t, and she left him to stay with a girlfriend who was based there as a journalist.
“I ended up having the most romantic time of my life — with myself,” she confessed.
I was a little nervous Paris wouldn’t live up to its hype, but it was quite the opposite, overdelivering on beauty and allure.
The Scenery
Culture. History. Art. It’s everywhere you look. You could stay for months and never be at a loss for something to do. I went to the Louvre, Rodin Museum, Notre Dame, Montmartre and Le Marais. I attended the ballet at the Opéra National de Paris and took a day trip to Versailles. I learned to make croissants at a French bakery and had a water massage at a spa.
Some of my favorite experiences, though, were found by accident. On the way to the Champs-Élysées, I made (at least) one wrong turn and discovered a secluded park with an enchanting bridge. Another day and another wrong turn took me down a hidden stairwell between apartment buildings dotted with fragrant window boxes. In Paris, you never know what magic is waiting around the next corner.
The Seine