Our first afternoon stroll down Rue de Rivoli, the main street of the Louvre with buzzing outdoor cafes every 4th shop and people busily walking by. The mix of people is amazing; from model chic with strappy platform heels- emanating the Eiffel tower to ripped jean shorts with off the shoulder t-shirts and sneakers. I decided to go someplace in between... but I did bring my black strappy mini platform heels, which Kyra likes, for some later evening Paris jaunt.
Walking down the Rue we tripped over a wonderful corner outdoor cafe and sat down to our first Parisian meal. Vegetable quiche with a glass of grigio blanc for me and jamon crape with orangina for Kyra. The Place du Carrousel, the Louvre and the Jardin Des Tuileries were so close behind it felt like the most exquisite golden peacock sitting on our shoulder singing the sweet secrets of Paris in our ears. The Parian bird of culture, magnificence, human history is vastly different that of the Costa Rica bird of brilliant natural splendor and mother earths trembling vibrance but somehow I feel equally alive in both. I lounge in my black and gold wicker chair and take in the view around me. My mind is full and has an appetite for intense chatter like it gulped down 3 espresso while my body was away in the bathroom. My mind quickly tweets about everything I take in. From the awe of the intense beauty in human creation to the judgements of the our self importance and human over-indulgence. Yoga quickly hops off that mat and sits down next to me at our sidewalk cafe reminding me that these thoughts are always a reflection of myself and what I see is more about me that what I gaze upon. With that bell ringing like the hand hammered Tibetan bowl that I play in class I take another look. A half second later I see the incredible passionate beauty of human connection and creation, I see the life force in Parisian’s communication and I see a vibrant country teaming with spirited lovers of life. This touches me deeply as I recognize this succulent passion in myself as well. I feel it pumping like golden champagne in my veins.. it is the bubbly of life that has been a fountain inside of me since I was born.
Maybe the aliveness I feel is why I feel so at home in the rainforest jungle and the city jungle. I see they are both coming from the nectar of the same magnificent flower. The One flower all creation is born out of and will eventually dissolve back into. I feel immensely grateful to be here in Paris, what a wonderful creation. Tomorrow we will climb the Eiffel tower and visit the Mona Lisa.
In Parisian love and Namaste~
Sienna
