This is perhaps undoubtedly the epitome of blog lameness right here, but I just had to do it. For all you Parrot Heads out there – this was on my Parisian bucket list. You got it… eating a mango in Paris. Ever since I was a little kid, this was one of my favorite Jimmy Buffet songs. I think I loved the song, in part, because I freakin’ love mangoes, but also because it illustrated a story of such a cool adventure to me… one that I wanted to have myself one day. And now, here I am – in Paris, with a mango (the ultimate, albeit nerdy, symbol of my journey).
To get here, I took a slow bus out of Saigon, rather than a plane; and then I took a fast train to China, rather than a fast boat – but I made it, with echoes of the song in my head all the while. And though I’m fairly certain I didn’t eat the ‘last’ mango in Paris (heck, I didn’t even get the last one at the market), the one I had tasted all the better under the shimmering, city lights. Thanks for the inspiration, Jimmy. And cheers to mangoes in Paris, to ripe tropical fruit in mid-autumn, to the merry melodies of the Coral Reefer band, and to everyone finding their own special adventure… whatever it may be!
Fabulous shot. Love the hat!! Chase
Love the pic! But now I can’t get the song out of my head……thanks Jenn!!! Good thing it’s one of my favorites.