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Sunday, August 23, 2015  


Louis XIII on a horse. Smokey sky above salmon and ochre bricks.

We circumambulate the Place des Vosges, find a wooden bench to pause

and drink it in: a cloud of swallows wheels above summer-lush lindens,

fountain plash, a bee above our heads, a feather falling between us.


Yesterday, one of those days when nothing goes right.

Today: sweet talk and galettes at Crêperie Suzette, and now this perfect moment.

Walking home, we see the dark falling above the carrousel and zinc roofs 

at St. Paul. At 9 pm? Already? Fall is on its way.





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Reader Comments (2)

Maybe I will paint a watercolor of your moment in the Place Des Vosges! I love the image of the wheeling swallows! Wish I was still there. My trip was way too short. Love, April

Monday, August 24, 2015 at 20:28 | Unregistered CommenterApril Drew Foster


Please send us a photo of your watercolor. We're framing the one you gave us this week. Richard loves it, too. Any trip to Paris is too short, isn't it? It was wonderful to see you here.


Kaaren (& Richard)

Tuesday, August 25, 2015 at 15:55 | Registered CommenterKaaren Kitchell & Richard Beban

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