Paris
From Avenue di New York. People still live in house boats along the Seine.
The river was on fire with colors and refections of the lights which came from everywhere
There are few words to bring you in the mesmering play of lights on the Seine.
We had 15 minutes to catch the train back to the hotel at CDG. And still I could not break away.
Waking up between somewhere batween Alaska and Paris, the rising sun rays on the plane's wing looked like a Pollock creation. Surreal.
Everything has an intense surrealism as the sun comes up almost at eye level
WE were leaving for Greece early the next morning. How appropriate...
La Ville Lumiere is what francophones d'outre mer call Paris. Et pour cause!
Enough said
WE got out of the Champs de MArs Metro and there she was between 2 buildings. What a sight...
I had to catch every possible angle, so I looked straight up
Le Quai St Michel-Notre Dame. Sous les ponts de Paris, lorsque descend la nuit, Toutes sortes de gueux se faufilent en cachette Et sont heureux de trouver une couchette, Hôtel du courant d'air, où l'on ne paie pas cher, 'parfum et l'eau c'est pour rien mon marquis, Sous les ponts de Paris.
They are better fresh and French
That is some ice cream cone, n'est-ce pas Lizzie?
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