Thursday, January 17, 2013

Paris.



 {I didn't know it at the time, but Ron took a photo of me taking a photo of the ceiling in our Paris rental}


I have so many wonderful, sacred really, memories of last summer's trip to Europe. May I say a few words about Paris, dear hearts?

Paris: there's a reason why so many Francophiles exist.  I imagine there is nothing I can write about the city of light that has not already been written. I won’t even try. I’ll merely speak to my personal experiences.

The beauty of Paris inspired me. To find a way of capturing and recapturing the experiences, the sights, the feelings, the tastes, the light, the stirrings. I fell in love with my lover all over again and in a new way. 

The early morning light. The twilight hour. 

Every sight, every subtlety, positively demanded a photo, a written sentence, a sketch or even just a slow intake of breath and a smile.

It made me want to speak softly and slowly, to look my best, to remember every little detail. To move about in the city of light. To fall asleep and wake up in Paris is to feel a shift, a movement, an expansion…of my soul.




 

5 comments:

melanie said...

Lovely!

Dennice {Fringe} said...

Thank you, Melanie!
xo

Sherry said...

I love it, D. I am becoming filled with Wanderlust again. :)

xo

Dennice {Fringe} said...

Thank you, dear Sherry! Wanderlust...a wonderful thing. I hope you're able to fulfill yours!
xo

24 Corners said...

You've brought a whole new 'leght' to paris with your lovely words and image D. I wish my neck of the woods made me want to 'look my best'...not that I don't now, but I know what you mean and it would be nice....I'm always in the comfy mode during winter...in Paris, I'm sure their comfy is 'looking their best' as well.
xo J~