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If I look up, almost anywhere in Paris. I see beauty all around me. It may only be calling to me. Whispering in my ear. Taunting me. "Psst, look over here. " "Hey, look up here, on your right." I get dizzy dancing round an round in circles, admiring all the lovely scenes.
I love everything about this picture. The large peach-hued stone blocks, the ornate stone statuary with the odd face, the cobalt blue enameled street sign, the contrast of the scrolled iron balustrade. And the shutters. I love the shutters. Closing out the world below, only inviting me in for a peak when someone is ready. A perfect Paris shot. It spoke to me. The only thing missing is ze sexzee Frenchman, looking down at me on the rue, winking and beckoning me to come up to share a bottle of his favorite vin rouge and a gourmet French meal he prepared himself. Or maybe , it would be an adorable older French woman, inviting me in for cafe au lait and to show me her lovely home, decorated with the finest French antiques.
Well, a girl can dream, can’t she?
January 22nd, 2008
Sigh…I’ve only been home for 16 days and I already miss Paris!!!
January 22nd, 2008
Jeff and I attend a weekly course on the History of Civilization. Today we learned that Roma spelled backwards is Amor..and we just realized it!
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Paris spelled backwards is Sirap…that means it wraps you, si?
January 22nd, 2008
Oh, I definitely like the idea of ze sexzee Frenchman much better! What a beautiful picture. And the face is very odd. It kind of reminds me of the lion from the Wizard of Oz when he has the red bow in his hair.
January 23rd, 2008
Angie~ I feel your pain. 4 months back for me

Terry~ Too funny
Lulu~ Never thought about the Wizard of Oz! I think you are right
January 24th, 2008
very meaningful picture