Autumn scenes in Paris
"In Paris there are more flower shops than days in a year"
Flower shops that spill on to the streets, petal after petal, filling tender senses, vivid blooms with inviting perfume, instantaneously the desire to make an armful bouquet:
"…Dans mon cœur
Tu fleuriras toujours
Au grand jardin d'amour
Petite fleur…"
Golden leaves
too many to count,
watching the dance from branch to ground,
A carpet tempting you to frolic in a pile.
Yellows that make the sun jealous.
Jealous as its rays kiss.
From Invalides to the Grande Palais a cry heard as the sun kissed them both in the late afternoon.
A stroll an hour before sunset: From the Louvre, through the Tuileries Jarden, pass the Place de Concorde, alongside the river Seine, across the Pont Alexandre III, to the Invalides.
Jardin Invalides.
Sacha and I went, he wanted to see the exposition of the Arms. I looked at the costumes: The buttons, the gold trims, the plumes on the hats, the sword cases… embellishments that I find at the brocante came to light.
Sad history war is.
French Husband and I
Autumn stroll,
Glisten lights,
Reflections from the
Gold leaf
Seine waves splashing on the quai
Hand in hand
…
The best river boat dining according to the French
http://www.lafourchette.com/restaurant+sur-une-peniche+paris
What colors are out your window?
Where to stay in Paris? Our place.
and or
Let the French Muse Guide you!
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