Deep Thoughts with Becky Bezaire

There are two types of PDA here in Paris. Easily classifiable as classy and...not so classy.

I'll start with the second. I will never, never understand the whole making out on the metro/metro escalator thing that the french have going. I can't count how many times i've seen people get to second/third base, or go on a tonsil finding expedition in public since i've been here. and it's not like i look willingly, it's more of a "staring at the car wreck instead of driving" look.

The first, the classy, is the more subtle approach. it's the young couple who's up on sunday morning, walking hand in hand to the market, just happy to be together and buying vegetables. Its the old married couple out for a stroll, so comfortable with each other they don't need to talk to communicate. it's the parents taking their kids to the park, and sitting on a bench, chatting while the kids play, with a surprise kiss for no reason.





the first of these I will never understand. but the second, understated PDA is what makes me believe that Paris does deserve the moniker of the city of romance. it's those examples that makes a person want to experience love in this city.


not the tonsil expeditions.



That's all i've got for this thought.