I will leave you this time with just photographs from the city of
Because no city does romance like Paris does.
“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.” Ernest Hemingway.
“I ought to be jealous of the tower. She is more famous than I am.” Gustave Eiffel.
The power of a waffle.
“But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.” Ernest Hemingway.
Laduree. Macaroons that are as beautiful as the city they come from.
The Notre Dame on the Seine.
Interiors of cafés
“I’ve seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now, whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again, I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.” Ernest Hemingway.
“Paris is a woman’s town, with flowers in her hair;” Henry Van Dyke.
“The Louvre is a morgue; you go there to identify your friends.” Jean Cocteau
Gabrielle d’Estrées et une de ses soeurs (Gabrielle d’Estrées and one of her sisters) by an unknown artist circa 1594. Gabrielle d’Estrées, mistress of King Henry IV, sits nude in a bath holding a ring and her equally nude sister pinches her right nipple.
The Monalisa who is but a tiny presence on the wall. But her attraction is anything but minuscule. A horde always surrounds her.
Autumn in Paris is a joy to behold.
“He who contemplates the depths of Paris is seized with vertigo. Nothing is more fantastic. Nothing is more tragic. Nothing is more sublime.” Victor Hugo.
The Eiffel Tower is truly as if made of lace and steel, as someone had once said.
And it is but inevitable that we give into the romance of Paris.
Autumn in Paris – II