Something I haven’t done often since being here is night walks around the city. It’s truly the city of lights, but, being a single woman, I also want to feel most safe so I usually head back to the apartment as soon as the night sky floats overhead.
Because of European Heritage Weekend, night events were happening around the city. And because of a visit from my Canadian cousin who’s here for work, I had another opportunity to go to the Eiffel Tower and see her glow (something I wouldn’t have done on my own because I don’t like the “vibe” in the tourist areas surrounding the Eiffel Tower, especially at night).
It’s not that I’m afraid of this city at night. I have never felt unsafe in Paris other than in the 18th and 10th (the 10th only in the evening), which are areas I just avoid. And the reason for feeling unsafe in those areas is just because when I’m alone, the migrant men in those areas get very aggressive. It’s unnecessary attention – and possible confrontation – that I wish to avoid. If I were with someone else while there, they wouldn’t be a bother. It takes just a pair to deter behaviour. But I still avoid walking around at night simply because I’m extra cautious. Trauma will do that to a person. But, again, there hasn’t been a moment where I’ve felt unsafe. And I’ve walked around my own neighbourhood and into the 4th at night and felt perfectly at home and comfortable.
I did only a little bit of writing the last two days, and it’s private. That’s something I wish to change in this upcoming week.
Life continues to be an endless supply of motivation, inspiration, and happiness. I feel like I’m walking on clouds…