Bonsoir, mes amies!
Paris is a city where your gaze is returned: people actually look at you and return your gaze. It’s a relational city that opens the heart. The French are considered a feeling people.
Men cry on television when they lose the tour de France.
Zizou, aka Zinedine Zidane lost his cool during a World Cup Final. He was still loved and respected—of course: he acted from a place of irrepressible feeling.
Posters in the metro stations express warmth and affection—family, friendships, and lovers.
People hold hands and kiss each other in public—deep and long.
Paris promises surprisingly intimate moments. I notice this because in certain western cultures expression of feelings is disallowed, suppressed.
The French openhearted expression of feeling, reflected in empathic portrayals of women in paint or stone and many other media convey a sense that Paris honors the feminine.
Women move in a world of relationships. Our value system is based on relationships—we have a relational way of functioning in the world.
Paris is said to be an ancient site of Isis, Egyptian goddess of love, similar to her sister goddesses Aphrodite, Venus, and Oshun. Love is relationship.