These are scary times and as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t bring myself into making a light post about the beauties of the old world…
I watched the debates in awe, witnessed the bickering over the financial bailout with disbelief and then Paul Newman died and I had the Paris Blues… Watch this magnificent trailer of Newman and Sidney Poitier in Paris of the 60’s.
Did anybody looked cooler than this guy? Beautiful man with a more beautiful heart. Smoking killed him.
Paris remains splendid in spite of all the bad news I have been getting from home—a walk through Place des Vosges at night washed away some of that.
The infernal crowds finally went home and left Isle Saint Louis in peace:
The best remedy— albeit temporary —for the blues is a visit to the Patisserie. Just looking at them can send you to the hospital…
I am not a chocolate or a strawberry person but I would kill for a Religieuse Café!
Window watching is a pleasure in this “walking city”,
Nobody has the money to buy any of these overpriced un-necessities anymore.
United States is trying to absolve itself from its sins and Europe will follow…
This one reminds me of the “poustines” we were wearing as kids back home:
Beautiful Mansard roofs are breathtaking:
but not enough to make me forget this:
Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I’m not sure about the universe. Einstein