Paris winter light is to die for. When the sun is out. Its shadows are long and drawn out and the light itself pierces. It has been around periodically this week, even if I haven't - I've mostly been penned up working. I broke away today for a walk through Parc Monceau. My brain at the moment feels like it is made of fois gras. These trees squished through the fat and registered.
(Wait, is it still February 6? Is Spring really upon us? ['us' does not mean NY, because the answer is no]. Sold).
So did these buildings and vines.
4 comments:
Great photos of a beautiful place. Thanks for sharing your experience in Paris. Wish I were there.
Glad you got out for a walk today. Can't believe there are blossoms in Feb! Let's go to Florida!
Can I tell you something? Yes? Good. When I get five minutes of silence (which is rare) I love to come here. Your blog is a nice refreshing drink of water in the middle of a long climb for me. You make me laugh, you give me new things to look at, and you make me think. Thanks.
Oh Bekah, that is a grand compliment indeed - coming from you...thank you, my dear.
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