Look at all the love-locks! Over the Seine, catching wind, small metal prayers that cover an entire bridge. Made me think of the prayer flags in Ladakh.
On my first day in France I made it to the zero-mark of Paris, smack in front of Notre-Dame.
This is all a short swim away from Shakespeare and Company, the bookstore I have been volunteering at.
The Paris I recall as a child was full of narrow corridors, fish under glass floors, chocolat chaud and croissants (also terrible piss smells and impressive beggars). In short, a sort of magic city where I experienced awesome (I mean this in the original sense) sights/smells/events. It still retains some of that aspect now. I saw some incredible street artists--some men roller blading over a jump to scale a pole at ten feet. But it was also incredibly real to me, as most cities are, as a place of unhappy individuals, of people who don't have time to appreciate much more than a few people, a few activities. I have to say that the Paris I had as a child will be forever special and apart for me--a place of extremes but without stress, a place where I truly admired my parents and was happy. Mille fois merci, D&D. Love, T
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