There are cities that we can go back and throughout our lives. I imagine that in some cases these enclaves agree everyone's mind. In old Europe we have some of those eternal cities such as for example the mythical Paris, London, Rome, Venice or Berlin. Coincidentally are cities that I have returned continuously for the various trips taken last decade. Special places that keep different memories for different reasons and experiences.
Last week I reconnect again with one of those great places, it was in
Paris, a capital which did not return from that at fifteen I visited
with my parents and brother. 
It was a different trip this time, I was invited by Vueling on its agenda #MyVuelingCity . This is a project inviting several bloggers and each visit a particular city.
The word is my destiny was to travel 48 hours to the French capital,
all with the pleasure that can be less than two hours from the land of
my birth: Asturias.
A brief but intense journey that soothed an absence of two decades between the city and oneself. A trip to Paris to reconnect the call City of Light with a cold gray autumn days that provide a special and fascinating aura.
The illustrious Hemingway and told us that that "A Moveable Feast." The life and work of the great American author was greatly influenced by his visits to Paris. Paris, recreated as so often the life of a city once the refuge and home to some of the most important intellectual and creative of the last century.
A soul and spirit that already exists and just like many other things in life is the result of memory and the past than today. A Parisian bohemian works among other things marked part of the cultural and artistic life not only a legendary city, but also the world and different people ranging from the avant-garde elites and political refugees. The unique Parisian beauty and staff has always been coupled with an aura of romantic and cultural city. We summed it up perfectly and that legendary phrase of Nietzsche "As an artist, a man has no home in Europe except in Paris."
Despite the beauty of the city, I have to say that my relations with Paris have never been too intense. I have a distant look and just acknowledge beyond the typical places that feel million tourists each year. The air distant chauvinist people in Paris has never been too me, although I obviously abstract from it, because we all know that we will always have Paris
.but That certain human coldness and arrogance soon forget, one quickly
finds comfort in the beauty of the places that appear in streets,
squares, parks and museums. Hemingway addition there are two other great personalities of the last century who were partners to the city on the Seine and complex way myself, it is the great Robert Capa and Bruce Chatwin .
Capa was that unforgettable genius who immortalized the tragedy of the wars with the death of a militiaman in the Spanish civil war . And like Hemingway he lived as those few times chaos in the interwar period. Fruit of that fascinating life came to me while I remember a work linked to my golden decade of the twenties, this book "Blood and Champagne" wonderfully reflected the life of the photographer but also unparalleled eternal Paris.
For its part, the unforgettable English traveler Bruce Chatwin had in Paris the store where you bought the black notebooks later be called Moleskine in his honor. A legendary traveling notebooks that have accompanied me throughout my travels around the world. So as in the past to go to a city so crowded with tourists try to abstract in quiet corners and away from the bustle. Often I attempt to recreate the memory, history, the dreams of literature and the incomparable beauty of the environment itself.
Because his own fame unfortunately I could not get into the legendary bookstore Shakespeare and Company that remains majestic front of the cathedral of Notre Dame. But due to the magic of unexpected encounters I was lucky to discover new second-hand bookshops close to the Seine River.
There, amid the beautiful Parisian streets under intense cold and I was coincidental with one of those old temples of knowledge that are used bookstores. Berkeley was not only the name of the old California university that housed along with Paris and major social protest movements of the sixties. In the wandering aimlessly, chance took me completely to Berkeley Books one dilapidated used bookstore where an old clerk welcomed me as if I were in a Woody Allen and Steven Spielberg.
A trip to Paris would also take me with the purchase of two new books a historical time of the Cold War. In the distance, as if from another era felt the heat out of old books while sounded the incessant wind beating against the windows. He was again looking to explore hidden among old shelves, back to the peace of an ancient library that allows me always away from the bustle of the big tourist attractions of the city treasures.
Passing old pages of old books I began to think about what I've experienced over the past two decades. Oviedo to Paris no less than two hours by plane, but there one celebrated travel and books that marked part of a life.
Way and now feel again the cold end and the good memories of an intense love that sadly faded. When walking I feel the chill breeze of steady wind that leads me to think of setting new horizons that today I do not know.
Walk among the oldest museums aimlessly in essence to savor the pleasure of getting lost in a fascinating city. Arrive at night and see the lights of the Eiffel Tower always serve as a guiding light to go in daylight.
You feel romantic marveled at the majesty of the Seine and those old streets centennial cafes make one think of old loves. Always confused way through immense boulveares map that led me to parks without producing me peace and quiet.
Art, literature, travel, culture and memory of the hand linked through a fascinating city that we still giving away magical moments. An old Paris remains one of those timeless places that always lead us to travel with the memory and love ...
It was a different trip this time, I was invited by Vueling on its agenda #MyVuelingCity . This is a project inviting several bloggers and each visit a particular city.
The word is my destiny was to travel 48 hours to the French capital,
all with the pleasure that can be less than two hours from the land of
my birth: Asturias. A brief but intense journey that soothed an absence of two decades between the city and oneself. A trip to Paris to reconnect the call City of Light with a cold gray autumn days that provide a special and fascinating aura.
The illustrious Hemingway and told us that that "A Moveable Feast." The life and work of the great American author was greatly influenced by his visits to Paris. Paris, recreated as so often the life of a city once the refuge and home to some of the most important intellectual and creative of the last century.
A soul and spirit that already exists and just like many other things in life is the result of memory and the past than today. A Parisian bohemian works among other things marked part of the cultural and artistic life not only a legendary city, but also the world and different people ranging from the avant-garde elites and political refugees. The unique Parisian beauty and staff has always been coupled with an aura of romantic and cultural city. We summed it up perfectly and that legendary phrase of Nietzsche "As an artist, a man has no home in Europe except in Paris."
Despite the beauty of the city, I have to say that my relations with Paris have never been too intense. I have a distant look and just acknowledge beyond the typical places that feel million tourists each year. The air distant chauvinist people in Paris has never been too me, although I obviously abstract from it, because we all know that we will always have Paris
.but That certain human coldness and arrogance soon forget, one quickly
finds comfort in the beauty of the places that appear in streets,
squares, parks and museums. Hemingway addition there are two other great personalities of the last century who were partners to the city on the Seine and complex way myself, it is the great Robert Capa and Bruce Chatwin . Capa was that unforgettable genius who immortalized the tragedy of the wars with the death of a militiaman in the Spanish civil war . And like Hemingway he lived as those few times chaos in the interwar period. Fruit of that fascinating life came to me while I remember a work linked to my golden decade of the twenties, this book "Blood and Champagne" wonderfully reflected the life of the photographer but also unparalleled eternal Paris. For its part, the unforgettable English traveler Bruce Chatwin had in Paris the store where you bought the black notebooks later be called Moleskine in his honor. A legendary traveling notebooks that have accompanied me throughout my travels around the world. So as in the past to go to a city so crowded with tourists try to abstract in quiet corners and away from the bustle. Often I attempt to recreate the memory, history, the dreams of literature and the incomparable beauty of the environment itself.
Because his own fame unfortunately I could not get into the legendary bookstore Shakespeare and Company that remains majestic front of the cathedral of Notre Dame. But due to the magic of unexpected encounters I was lucky to discover new second-hand bookshops close to the Seine River. There, amid the beautiful Parisian streets under intense cold and I was coincidental with one of those old temples of knowledge that are used bookstores. Berkeley was not only the name of the old California university that housed along with Paris and major social protest movements of the sixties. In the wandering aimlessly, chance took me completely to Berkeley Books one dilapidated used bookstore where an old clerk welcomed me as if I were in a Woody Allen and Steven Spielberg.
A trip to Paris would also take me with the purchase of two new books a historical time of the Cold War. In the distance, as if from another era felt the heat out of old books while sounded the incessant wind beating against the windows. He was again looking to explore hidden among old shelves, back to the peace of an ancient library that allows me always away from the bustle of the big tourist attractions of the city treasures.
Passing old pages of old books I began to think about what I've experienced over the past two decades. Oviedo to Paris no less than two hours by plane, but there one celebrated travel and books that marked part of a life.
Way and now feel again the cold end and the good memories of an intense love that sadly faded. When walking I feel the chill breeze of steady wind that leads me to think of setting new horizons that today I do not know. Walk among the oldest museums aimlessly in essence to savor the pleasure of getting lost in a fascinating city. Arrive at night and see the lights of the Eiffel Tower always serve as a guiding light to go in daylight.
You feel romantic marveled at the majesty of the Seine and those old streets centennial cafes make one think of old loves. Always confused way through immense boulveares map that led me to parks without producing me peace and quiet.
Art, literature, travel, culture and memory of the hand linked through a fascinating city that we still giving away magical moments. An old Paris remains one of those timeless places that always lead us to travel with the memory and love ...
Today's quote is: "If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris Young, then for the rest of your life it is with you, for Paris is a feast." Ernest Hemingway
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