Bastille Day バスティーユの日

What I heard is true. If you have lost your inspiration, and it's nowhere to be found, go to Paris. It may be waiting for you there.

The view as I left the Louvre.

The view as I left the Louvre.

バスティーユの日にパリに行って、フランス人の消防士と踊った。
Literally: Summer break as for, Paris go, Bastille Day, French fireman with dance did.
English: This summer, I went to Paris and danced with a French fireman.

The Bastille Day Firemans Ball is a great tradition in France. It is a fundraiser, their version of the pancake breakfast. I didn’t want to be rude. I wanted to respect their tradition. Dancing is more fun than pancakes, although I do love a good pancake.

I did have a bucket list, turns out. In the depths of illness I read an awful lot about France. I never thought I would go. It was unrealistic to think I could ever be well enough, so I never even thought about wanting to go.

The opportunity for this trip came way. I went to live my dreams of Paris.

I had read about the legendary French fireman, and about dancing with them. I did. They lived up to expectations.

France filled my soul. I had the best summer of my life in Paris. I would go back tomorrow. Can anyone drop me off at LAX?

Need saving? Crew at the Saint Suplice Fire Station, Paris.

Need saving? Crew at the Saint Suplice Fire Station, Paris.

The rain poured down. No one stopped dancing.

The rain poured down. No one stopped dancing.

I went to Paris, and I danced with French firemen on Bastille Day. The rain poured down. We all kept dancing. I worried what this might do to my sequined mini, and also mon iPhone. They both survived.

I was dipped, kissed on the forehead, kissed on the hand, twirled and dipped again, and even carried across the dance floor. Nothing inappropriate, I have a wedding ring on.

More on Paris later. I’m still there. 

And it’s not yet time to come home.

July 2017

Madora Pennington