Monthly Archives: March 2016

Cathédrale de Notre Dame

Ah, Cathédrale de Notre Dame at dawn, in fog, sepulcher white, barely formed, the façade emerges from the mist each statue takes his place above the arches the flying buttresses hold high the nave the solidity of the wooden doors. … Continue reading

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Return Flight

Some people just wait you know, just wait until the door is closing to run up and say, “Wait for me I’m boarding, too!” on that plane to somewhere.   Sitting in the metal tube feeling scared 30,000 feet in … Continue reading

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L’imagination pouvoir.

“No to Vietnam! No to tradition!” In 1968, students barricade Place Maubert tearing up the cobblestones stoning police that march shoulder to shoulder toward them. The students may forget the year 1588, the first revolt and barricades of Paris but … Continue reading

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Souvenir de Paris

In this café off Rue Severin, we will meet someday again in this smoke-filled room of laughter, and toast, Salute! as the cameras flash their language of truth and lies and the secrets we keep from each other and from … Continue reading

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Francine in Paris – Day 14

Can 3.73 million people be wrong?  That’s how many folks visited the Centre Georges Pompidou in 2013.  The art is great!  The building is UGLY.  This gigantic building made of a steel superstructure with reinforced concrete in a “post modern, … Continue reading

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Francine in Paris – Day 13

“You can tell it’s Mattel, it’s swell! Sound familiar? Yes, that is the motto of the world’s largest toy company.  Musee des Arts Decoratifs is hosting a retrospective of Barbie who made her debut in March, 1959.  My younger sister … Continue reading

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Francine in Paris – Day 12+

“There couldn’t be a more splendid world, and here I am existing in it.” —      Mary Oliver from her poem, “I’m feeling fabulous, possibly too much so but I love it.” Today in the Latin Quarter, we visited … Continue reading

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