Thinking over what to call this blog, I remembered a quote from a book I read. Paraphrased just a little to shorten it – it says
In a way that isn’t possible with London or New York or Berlin, one can speak of “Colette’s Paris” or “Hemingway’s Paris” or “Scott Fitzgerald’s Paris” or your own Paris. … Finding the only cafe, the perfect park, the loveliest view, the most beautiful walk .. a succession of arrivals and departures that leaves one with memories that can never be erased, the moments one recounts all one’s life prefaced by the words, “I remember… once… in Paris” Walk with me.
So now do I call it “I remember once in Paris” or “My Paris”? I’ve already changed once, eventually it will settle down.
Oh, but then there is Hemingway’s quote
If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.
Might have to go with “My Paris – a moveable feast” And the double meaning fits beautifully with all the food blogging I like to do…