Monday Morning Bus Commute in Paris

Monday Morning Commute Bellanda ®

Monday Morning Commute
Bellanda ®

No matter where you live, many people feel the same way about Monday morning and all it stands for… especially when you need to commute by car, bus, metro or subway.  I often work from home, but today I needed to take the bus to see one of my favorite clients.  As usual, I dropped my little darlings off at school and literally dragged myself to the counter of one of my local morning coffee joints to fill up on my first espresso. Today, I made that one a double in order to give myself extra strength for the bus commute, and all that goes along with it. With espresso coursing through my system and a deep breath, I joined the morning race.

While waiting for the bus, I realized that everyone was trying to figure out where the bus would stop so that they could strategically place themselves exactly where the doors would open.  I’m not proud to say this, but I was one of them.  As the bus approached, the mass of people started to move almost in unison to the entrance of the bus.  Whether you wanted to or not, you were moved along with them. The doors opened, and although seemingly polite, the majority of people scrambled to get on board to get a seat before everyone else.  As I approached the very last empty seat, a kind man quickly moved his briefcase and placed it on his lap so that I could sit down.  Phew!

I tend to be a people watcher, and at times find different ways to amuse myself during the commute, however juvenile that may sound.  In a matter of no more than 2 minutes, the game began with the very first yawn.  I sat and counted how many people were infected by this yawn… one… two… three… four… and then I began to feel the urge.  As silly as it sounds, I did not want to lose this game so I fought it.

Just as I got myself back under control, the woman sitting across from me yawned one of the biggest yawns I have ever seen!  She was so immersed in her book that she didn’t even bother to try to hide it.  This time I was sure that I was going to lose my little childish game and join the rest of the tired morning commuters.  I looked away from her and happened to look out of the window.  Immediately, I thought, what on earth am I doing?

The bus was riding along the river, with a view of Notre Dame in all of its glory.  It’s funny how quickly one can get lost in a morning routine & forget that they’re in one of most beautiful cities in the world.  I smiled and thought, oh right, Paris!  Thank goodness my blindness in the eyes of beauty was only temporary.   I sat back and soaked in the beauty of everything from a smile to the architectural masterpieces before my eyes.


15 thoughts on “Monday Morning Bus Commute in Paris

    • Any commute that includes a view of Notre Dame is an incredible one… except when we forget to look out of the window. 😉

      Thank you for adding your thoughts and for following my work here and elsewhere. Your participation is greatly appreciated.

      Best wishes!


  1. As usual, through your writings, another vivid picture of “living the dream” in Paris. I see those people yawning & Notre Dame framed in your bus window with the river Seine floating by. Thank you for keeping my dreams alive……


    • Thank you, Dudley. Glad to help keep your dream alive in any way, shape or form. I really do appreciate your taking the time to visit my blogs and to leave your thoughts. You are what makes writing a blog worth it. Thank you.


  2. It’s been a long time since I’ve ridden a public bus. The only time is when I go home to the city to visit family. Public transit is very good where my family is. Where we live now, you must drive pretty much everywhere.


    • I’m not sure that is a bad thing, Libby. 😉 Thank you for taking the time to visit my blog and to share your thoughts. I hope your next trip to Paris will be a good one and that when you take the bus here, you will think of me and soak in the beauty.


  3. How lucky for you that you live. In such a beautiful place, even better that you noticed and got to enjoy your surroundings. So few of us realize until its to late. Congrats for seeing into the beauty of this world we live in. Thanks for enlighting us…love your blogs .. they are funny..thought provoking..and brilliant. Can not wait for next.


    • Your words touch me Josie. Thank you for taking the time to write them. Life is indeed short and I think sometimes we all need little reminders to soak the beauty around us… from that of the smile of passerby to one of a beautiful city.

      I’m glad you are here with me on my blogging journey. Thank you for your continued support. You’ve made me smile.


  4. Favorite memory of Paris – walking across the Pont des Arts early in the morning, watching the sun rise over Ile de la cité before grabbing a quick coffee at the café next to Samaritaine, before taking the metro to work. Some days, just to mix it up, I’d detour through the Louvre. Paris is not always a dream, but that’s certainly living it.


    • Thank you for sharing such a lovely memory of your morning commute in Paris. Love how you wrote, “Paris is not always a dream, but that’s certainly living it.” It is indeed so very true.

      I’m glad to have you here with us. Thank you for joining my blog and for taking the time to join in on the conversation.

      Best wishes.


  5. No worries, this doesn’t only happen in Paris. But I did notice the same to happen to me when I’m bored, rushed, or just plain dislike public transportation. And I realize I need to stop that 🙂
    Great reminder post, Bellanda. Thank you!


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