Paris slid under her feet.
There were shop windows, and pastries, and bouquets of multicolored roses, lavender and pink and rose and cream, and perfumes for the making.
Songs for the taking. Montmarte. Sacre Coeur. The Tour Eiffel, like butterflies landing in the Seine, floating away on the bateaux mouche, spying lovers, concrete, light mist, artists painting, photographers snapping, horns honking, sidewalks watching. Watching. Watching for the lovers.
A bride in a celery green suit, crisp pleats, legs to there, flowers everywhere, the roses, the roses, the tapestry of roses, in a bouquet, sidewalk beneath, sliding under her feet. Paris.
Breakfast in bed with baguettes overlooking an alleyway, the cool of the floor in the morning, hot coffee, warm baths, scented soaps, and more perfume. Perfume for the making.
Life for the taking.
Pink and gold, the golden glow, the pink of Paris, the light of heaven, through a thin veil, a bride's veil, pink and gold and ageless, timeless.
Heaven.
Down the cobblestone a faint accordion, some chairs and a table, a glass of wine, candles, La Vie En Rose. Shops and alleyways and clip-clop. Bottles of water and pâté. A museum. Another. A Bayeux tapestry replica, music boxes, enamels, keepsakes for forever.
A hand. To hold. Lovers down the street, down the lane, down the cobblestone, to the museum, to the Seine, entwined, looking up, looking down, floating. Floating. A perfect meal, the swish of a cape, a taxicab, a valet, champagne, the swish of a cape, a taxicab. Women and stockings and Moulin Rouge and Lido and Follies and Crazy Horse and champagne and stockings and men smoking at small tables in the night, champagne. Red and black. The streets of Paris at night. The swish of a cape. Jewel box glittering lights. Music and laughter and love and a canopy of night.
Paris.
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I think I might like to go now. Hmmmm.
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Richard: You really like It, dont you.
Gabrielle: What?
Richard: Life.
Gabrielle: Oh! Every morning When I wake up and I see theres a whole new other day, I just go absolutely ape!
Just watched that a week or so ago...ahhhhhhh, Paris.....Thanks for the "visit"....
I have been lucky as a travel writer to have been to Paris several times with lovers, most recently this summer. I'm not sure what it is, but Paris is truly tingly. So many couples in corners, the light, the buildings, the great food and wine before and after. The art, the cafes, the language ....
My one time there was like Victor Hugo, Flaubert, others I knew. I was with my Turkish fiancee then, imagining what it would be like to honeymoon there.
Your description is perfect.
Vive la France.
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Your post took me back there in a flash- the smells,tastes and sounds!
Beautiful, Beautiful post!
Lunch along the Seine - a bottle of wine, a loaf of bread, cheese, fruit and someone to share it with - best meal ever.
Monet's home - a feast for the eyes (I'm a big Monet fan)
Rodin's home - a peek into the great man's life
The view from the top of Notre Dame - wow
All the museums - no words to describe such wonders
And on and on and on - Paris is the city for lovers.
Sacre Coeur - sacre wonderful
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merci beaucoup :)
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Cat, you should go. Take a tiara.
Harvey, it's meant to be.
Tiger, thanks for adding that. And, you're welcome.
Lea, glad it captured the essence for you. I take that as a supreme compliment.
Sandra, I can see how that would complicate negotiations. We'll always have Paris is more than a catchphrase.
Chuck, you're very fortunate. Mine, too.
O'Really, no, and not the one in Idaho, either. Thanks.
Stephen, honeymooning in Paris is a glorious thing, and a precious memory, but a tip if you ever do it: note that in Paris, a "king-sized bed" is in reality just two twins pushed together, which will end up apart by morning with all the bedding and humans on the floor in between. Enough champagne and baguettes, and you won't care. If you did it like Victor Hugo and Flaubert, lucky you!
zumalicious, thanks! Glad you enjoyed.
Thoth, vive indeed. Thanks as always.
Michael, better in person than the Travel Channel, or Arcadia, but still nice to visit if only in dreams.
SplendidlyAverage, thank you for that. What a great experience.
LuluandPhoebe, glad you enjoyed. It was meant to bring the sights, sounds and smells right back to you.
Donna, thank you, and I'm glad you appreciated it.
CB50, you must go if you can, but let this hold you over until then.
MAWB, yes indeed.
mela mee, a home of love for many. Congratulations.
Steve, that is my life, and that is our song. La Vie en Rose. Cue Edith Piaf.
Sally, merci! Glad you appreciated.
OSW, poetry in prose was exactly the intent. Thanks for noticing, and appreciating.
Stim, oui. Merci beaucoup.
tai, oui oui. Not yet Wii. But definitely, we.
Tink, lucky devil. Paris is the bomb.
Alan, ditto. This was the easiest way I could transport.
Kyle, I hope it's on your bucket list.
Ted, thank you sincerely.
For those who've been to Paris, I hope this captured some of the essence of what that most wondrous of cities is, the light, the sounds, the smells, the tastes, the love. For those who haven't been, I hope this journey will hold you over until fate smiles on you and lands you on the streets of Paris.
Nikki, I'm so happy for that memory and that you were willing to share it, very visual, very precious. Paris is a gift.
Thank you for this beautiful post!
R A T E D !
I was in Paris several times, always on business and never got to really see as much of it as I desired. But what I saw was wonderful and I at least can say that I spent some days and evenings there.
Monte
Devonia, glad you enjoyed. I see you've met the Pirate Wimmen. They're looking for a good fight at the moment with outsiders, since they've been fighting with each other all week. Mind the rum.
AtHomePilgrim, magic is a nice image to associate with this. Thanks.
Great point, Douglas. I happen to like the French myself, but some people can be fairly Ugly American about them, have seen it firsthand.
Thanks for stopping by, Monte, and offering your kind words, as always. Love does add the spark to the words.
Thanks, Maria. Don't we all? Those Pirate Wimmen wear me out.
Again, thank you everyone for so graciously appreciating and commenting on this post, one of my favorites.
I look great in capes, for instance.