Do you need to see another picture of
any of the countless icons of Paris?
We saw them.
The Rodin, Picasso, and Cluny museums.
D'Orsay, Louvre, Notre Dame.
Le Tour Eiffel, L'Arc de Triomphe,
Luxembourg Gardens, Tuileries,
Chanel, Hermes, Louis Vuitton.
The list goes on...
I have pictures and ticket stubs
and amazing memories
to enjoy when ever I want.
Today I offer a few of the humbler images
that will also represent Paris to me ...
including the cobblestones.
This is our terrace.
In our neighborhood.
The three windows represent the hallway, living/dining area and the bedroom.
The building across the street was a community rec center. One weekend it was used for an artisan's fair. The next weekend it housed a vintage market. During the week classes were held there. I watched from the terrace windows as fencers performed their warm-up drills. Dance classes included the tango and flamenco. Grace in motion.
Our wardrobe which, thanks to
Naphtali's lavender sachets,
smelled like summer sunshine when we opened the doors.
This is a terrible picture, but,
on the far left you can see that the women's skates are
made to look like high heels.
I should have taken more pictures:
Umbrellas piled inside shop doors.
Dapper men in their toggle coats.
Laughing women d'un age.
Plates of beautiful food.
Display cases of beautiful food.
Windows of beautiful food.
Impossibly small tables
laden with lunchtime paraphernalia
with the diners shoehorned in
The overhead coat racks.
Surely, someone has taken those pictures
and compiled a wonderful book
or created an instagram album
or Pinterest page
to help us
relive the unique experience
that Paris represents
to each of us.
I'll have to look...