The first time that I heard Keane’s Somewhere Only We Know I knew I was supposed to be thinking of a loved one, an ex boyfriend, or something romantic as I believe that’s what the song is about (or maybe I’m off here but my interpretation…) but I went a completely different way.
I thought of Paris. More specifically, my first full day in Europe. Even more specifically, a feeling of being somewhere so extremely new that it hurt.
Opening my eyes to a new place completely, our first full day in Paris was so hot and sticky and yet we walked everywhere and drank wine out in the heat and drank from a water fountain and smiled. God I remember smiling so much. I remember the feeling when we first came upon the River Seine, and tears dropping down my face. Whenever I hear Somewhere Only We Know I think of my first day in Europe and how incredible that was, and how I will never be getting that feeling back again.
Is that strange? I don’t want to talk too much about it because, honestly, its private. Not to AJ and I, I mean we talk about it all the time, but the moment of realizing where I was and how amazing walking down the Latin Quarter’s small streets filled with strange looking cars of strange colours, watching Parisians smoke beside wrought-iron fences and then coming up on the Notre Dame and the people and smiling, all of that is so stuck in my brain I couldn’t find a good enough picture to describe it, but this will have to do.
A piece of my curiosity, wonderment, excitement and happiness is left in Paris still today because there is no way to top those feelings of whole freedom. I am so grateful to have been given that trip, to be able to say that I did the travelling without my parents, and to say that I saw it all (out of focus) and still knew how amazing it all was.
Bizou bizou (xx) Jess