London is fascinating, vibrant and modern, but Paris has a beauty London lacks. I just watched Midnight In Paris, Woody Allen’s love letter to that city, for a third time, and once again feel the urge to go back there, to roll down it’s boulevards and breathe it’s air just as Hemingway did. London is great, but for the most part it is a sprawling anonymous metropolis; it lacks flair and style. Then again, it isn’t without it’s charm, and it has pockets of warmth and life. Perhaps London is to me what Paris was to Hemingway, for it too has brought me life and love; where he once explored the bistros and bars of the french capital, I now roam the restaurants and pubs of the english one, and I now feel the urge to go out into the city. Thus the boulevards can wait – I belong here. One day I’ll take lyn down those pretty little Parisian streets, but for now I’m content here, watching films, writing blog entries and indulging my silly romantic fantasies.