Paris: The bohemian city

Let’s admit, when hearing about Paris we all imagine a romantic scene – Eiffel tower at night, lights, rain, a kissing couple, and all that lovey-dovey stuff. Well, I was thinking the same, but here’s what I’ll tell you…

I have never been particularly interested in visiting Paris as opposed to other parts of France like Alsace region, Bordeaux or Provence. So Paris has always been a one time must-visit city to go and see why everybody is so much in love with it (and try not to fall in love ๐Ÿ˜€ ). There’s so much buzz around Paris, they call it the city of lights, the city of love, the city of fashion, the city of ordinary beige buildings (this one is by me ๐Ÿ˜€ ), so I went to see what is it all about.

I think I eventually fell in love with Paris, but in a completely different way. For me the charm of Paris was strolling in Montmartre and imagining the Belle ร‰poque, and having that feeling of walking in the same streets where Renoir, Picasso, Modigliani, Toulouse-Lautrec, Monet and many more artists used to hangout, work, create masterpieces, yet alone create an art movement.
For me the epic thing about Paris was sitting in a local cafรฉ in Champs-ร‰lysรฉes for nearly 5 hours accompanied by a glass of espresso and a Parisian stranger who perfectly knew the details of Armenian history, had rocked Silicon Valley in 1980s, had lived with a tribe in Amazon jungles, had spent countless weekends at Louvre, knew a hell of a lot of stuff about the world, and needless to say had much to share with curious youngsters like us. I know that Paris is not the friendliest city, maybe I was just lucky to meet this man ๐Ÿ™‚
For me the incredible thing about Paris was that man who approached us in the metro station to help in finding the route to our destination, then some 5-7 minutes later ran towards us and told that he had found another route that is 1 stop shorter. It was unbelievable, especially the fact that he had most likely paid to get inside because we met him outside the turnstile. I know that Paris is not the kindest city, maybe I was just lucky to meet this man ๐Ÿ™‚

This is the Paris I had experienced, it is all about its people, its mood, its elegance, its bohemian atmosphere. I realized it’s not the Eiffel Tower, Louvre or Triumphal arch that make Paris Paris,ย instead it’s that small authentic Parisian cafรฉ where you can have the best croissant in the world while watching people, and it’s the “Sous le ciel de Paris” song that makes you dance in the streets of Paris, and it’s the muse in the air of Paris that makes you fall in love with it.

The artists of Place du Tertre, Montmartreย 




Montmartre – my favorite district in Paris




Basilique du Sacrรฉ-Cล“ur, Montmartre


Notre-Dame de Paris




Jardin des Tuileries



This is just so Parisian


Moulin Rougeย 


Le Chat Noir (The Black Cat) – the first cabaret in Montmartre


Jazz musicians near river Seine



Pont Alexandreย III, the most extravagant bridge in Paris




Arc de Triomphe


And finally, Her Majesty Eiffel Tower







Eiffel and the river Seine at night


Some unusual looks of Her Majesty, experimenting with long exposure






  1. The bohemian and rustic charms of a city make me fall in love with the place. I too look for these little things when I visit big cities. Loved your post on Paris and the way you fell in love with the city.

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  2. This is a very new perspective for me on a city that I’ve wanted to visit for a long time now. I like the fact that you have talked about the lesser known places in the city. The photographs look great as well.

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  3. Very interesting perspective! I actually lived in Paris for 2 years and that time kind of spoilt my view of the city, but the belle-รฉpoque areas are very nice, thanks for sharing!

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