Well, when you last heard from me I was in Pere Lachaise Cemetery for about a month. (Not really, but it’s been well over that since I last checked in.) I think, realistically, if I were to blog each day of my two weeks in Paris, we might make it to the trip’s one-year anniversary before I finished. Things have been, good — surprisingly good, really — but busy in a way I never though I would be able to handle. There are definitely pros and cons to being a full-time writer, one pro being that I am of course doing what I love and nothing else. A con being that the mind never gets a break, as to write, or at least to write for me, requires a center emotional/mental vein to be constantly open that can be exhausting. But I don’t miss boring office downtime, just the time for my own writing like this.
And with that introduction, I thought I might just go through some wonderful moments I had in Paris. I might do a few posts of these, as this way I can at least share a bit of my trip and the photographs.
We went thrift shopping in the Marais, where I actually found some great boots for 5 euro. (I’m sure someone died in them or something, probably haunted, have yet to find out, maybe a lingering curse?) It’s not just a great neighborhood to walk around because it looks like the Paris of dreams, all old world and tiny winding streets, but there’s also a healthy amount of street art. And of course, you can spot the space invaders.
Here is some more street art. It says: “Regarde le ciel…” or, “Look at the sky…” I will!
Some things you wonder, were they meant to scare or amuse or what? That is what I wondered about this Medusa door carving. Although sort of more Jacob Marley than Medusa. (Hey wait, I already saw him this trip!)
I love New York and I think it’s one of the best cities in the world for many reasons, but I will still admit that we don’t have much on Paris in terms of the lights at night. Like the Hotel de Ville here, which we walked by while it was illuminated, and was even more beautiful than I could capture in this photograph.
Or Notre-Dame de Paris, ridiculous! While I’m traveling, I always try to do as much walking as possible. (Which is likely why I’ve had to abandon many worn out shoes while traveling, which have literally fallen to pieces, RIP blue metallic Diesels who met your demise in Rome, RIP lace-up black boots who met your demise in Paris.) But I love that you can get a feel for the city, and I think I walked by Notre-Dame about once a day while on this trip. (Granted, I was hitting museums and such that put me in its path, but still, not a bad sight at all, and I don’t mind the tourist mobs for something so beautiful.)
And again, this: stunning.
I have an eye for certain things, like spotting occult symbols in a cemetery or other useless skills, and one of those things is taxidermy in windows. Here’s a bird in Shakespeare & Company. Sadly, I’m not sure of the story with it, maybe just a vague tribute to dark ravens of literature.
Never disregard the historic plaques. For example, here, I was just walking along and happened to see that there was once a cemetery here where 73 people guillotined during the French Revolution were interred, and a “child” who died in the Temple, meaning the supposed Dauphin.
And the church next to it, the Church of Sainte-Marguerite, turned out to be quite beautiful on the inside with a trompe l’oeil ceiling and walls, even though it looked rather plain from the outside.
But my favorite thing in the Church of Sainte-Marguerite were the stained glass windows that memorialized those lost in WWI. They were really moving, like this one where a soldier is ascending into heaven in the arms of angels.
It sort of felt like angels were everywhere I looked in Paris. This one was three stories tall!
And this one was hiding its face in the Louvre.
Well, those are a handful of Paris moments, and there will be more! I hope the rambling nature of this at least gives the sense of a wander through the city. And I really did wander quite far. And there’s nothing I love more than wandering.