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, 2017
Soft clouds above the Seine on a September afternoon. Sept. 15, 2017
Jardin des Tuileries. Sept. 15, 2017
Strawberries 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, 2017
Montmartre – 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)