I forgot how beautiful and inspiring this city is. The last time I was here was 1985. The train from London was smooth, fast, comfortable and quiet. Here are a few photos.
The view from the roof of my hotel. Paris. Sept. 15. 2017.Cafe near Montmartre. Sept. 15, 2017Soft clouds above the Seine on a September afternoon. Sept. 15, 2017Jardin des Tuileries. Sept. 15, 2017Strawberries at a Paris market. Sept. 15, 2017. That red is so intense.Me, in a past life. Sept. 16, 2017. (Louvre, Paris)Rear of the church on Montmartre. Sept. 15, 2017.I forget the name of the artist, but these two are his sisters. Louvre, Paris. September 16, 2017.This looks like the top to a sarcophagus, minus the actual container. The pallbearers, with their downcast faces, are carved in stone.A stairway inside the Louvre. Note the door in the center that opens out from a private room and leads to nothing. I’ve walked through a few of those in my life. (Sept. 16, 2017)Sept. 15, 2017Montmartre – Sept. 15, 2017.Statues atop the Paris Opera. Sept. 16, 2017.
My hotel is next to the Montmartre Cemetery, so I took a stroll through there after a long day of walking.
Statue of a woman in mourning. Montmartre Cemetery. September 16, 2017.An angel with broken wings prays atop a moldering grave. Time has worn away the tomb’s engravings, and the occupant is unknown.The woman in this tomb was a dancer and sculptor. This image of love among the monuments of death and remembrance is deeply moving. (Montmartre Cemetery, Sept. 16, 2017)
