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I could walk the streets of Paris before 7a.m., every morning for the rest of my life.
The light is just spectacular.
The doors. I want to know who made them. Where did the wood come from? Who installed them? Who decided on the paint? Who lives behind them? Which ones open automatically because they are, in fact, garage doors? Which ones lead to gardens?
I found them so inspiring.
Then there was Notre Dame.
I stood looking at her that first morning in Paris and said out loud, “Same lady, same.”Notre Dame - construction in 1163 with the best artisans and stonemasons of the time. She’s still a work in progress. I found a lot of meaning in that.
There was inspiration even on the sidewalk.
The Paris sky was ridiculous.
And then there were the windows…
Paris is known for its art. The city didn’t disappoint there either. I’m currently in conversation with this piece. She’s telling me her story and I’m trying to write it down because it’s a good one.
Yesterday as I waited for the big kid during his ukulele lesson, I pulled the picnic blanket from the trunk of the car and put my feet in the grass. If you didn’t read it the first time around, this post from January is a good one. Click the YouTube link at the bottom to see the fascinating documentary - it totally put me in a different headspace… and I think we all could use a change of the channel.
Love revisiting Paris vibes.