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My body clock did not want to leave Paris. After ten days back in the USA, I still wake up at odd hours with thoughts of Paris. Oh, how I do enjoy the lingering after effects of a fabulous vacation.
I observed Parisians walk faster and more frequently than Palos Verdesians (yes, I coined a new word). They linger longer over meals, and American fast food is, thankfully, hard to find. Their public transportation is fabulous; Los Angeles is in the dark ages by comparison. Their cars and bodies are smaller than the average American’s.
Yes, I still miss Paris, but there’s something about Palos Verdes I always love to return to–the weather is unbelievable. It’s November 1 and I have not touched the climate control switch since I returned–no heat or air conditioning needed. Weather is a daily thing requiring various equipment in many climates, but Mother Nature lets us keep it simple in Palos Verdes.
I never left my hotel room in Paris without an umbrella. In Palos Verdes I keep one in the trunk of my car and rarely use it. In Paris I was always fiddling with the thermostat to adjust the heat. I needed a hat and gloves in Paris. It’s a rare day in Palos Verdes when I need more than a jacket to chase away the coastal chill.
It’s true, we can’t compare to Paris when it comes to architecture, museums and food, but give me the beauty of coastal California, our glorious weather and I’ll remain content to visit Paris but live on the Palos Verdes Peninsula.