Autumn scenes in Paris
Flower shops that spill on to the streets, petal after petal, filling tender senses, vivid blooms with inviting perfume, instantaneously the desire to make an armful bouquet:
"...Dans mon cœur
Tu fleuriras toujours
Au grand jardin d'amour
too many to count,
watching the dance from branch to ground,
A carpet tempting you to frolic in a pile.
Yellows that make the sun jealous.
Jealous as its rays kiss.
From Invalides to the Grande Palais a cry heard as the sun kissed them both in the late afternoon.
A stroll an hour before sunset: From the Louvre, through the Tuileries Jarden, pass the Place de Concorde, alongside the river Seine, across the Pont Alexandre III, to the Invalides.
Sacha and I went, he wanted to see the exposition of the Arms. I looked at the costumes: The buttons, the gold trims, the plumes on the hats, the sword cases... embellishments that I find at the brocante came to light.
Sad history war is.
French Husband and I
Reflections from the
Seine waves splashing on the quai
Hand in hand
What colors are out your window?
Let the French Muse Guide you!