There are no truer words uttered than these by novelist par excellence, Ernest Hemingway: “ if you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then where ever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast”. I belong to that group of lucky mortals who have lived in Paris at one point of their youth or another. Just like Hemingway has said, Paris has stayed with me- in my heart and in my soul- way after I left this magnificent city. Unconsciously, I bring my Parisienne habits where ever I am. Paris indeed is a moveable feast! Like a siren’s song never leaving my subconscious, Paris beckons me to visit every so often. Having two sisters and nieces living there is all the more reason to take the trip. It is an autumn that was custom made for me by the Gods. The Universe knows cold weather was never my friend so Paris welcomed me with warm, sunny weather and the bluest skies filled with nebulous clouds as a bonus. It has stayed this way all throughout my stay this month of October. The French called it their Indian summer. As I revisited my favorite haunts, walking the cobbled streets marked with quaint sidewalk cafes, boutiques, restaurants, churches, museums, iconic landmarks and historical monuments, I could not help but breathe in the grandeur of the city’s magnificent past. Think of Napoleon Bonaparte and his beloved Josephine, Louis XIV, the Sun King, Joan of Arc, the fallen Queen Marie Antoinette, Gustave Eiffel who made the remarkable Eiffel Tower, the French Intellectuals Voltaire, Sartre, Rosseau among others, the old Masters whose works inhabit the incomparable Louvre Museum and the modern artists whose masterpieces...... Read more on Full Issue!