Whenever Robert walked through The Marais he always kept his eyes cast down on the pavement. His finds have included a wallet, a mobile phone and a gold chain. Today the gutter offered him a scorched but intact piece of paper. He deciphered the cursive handwriting; "At the Grand Central Terminal Clock look up to the sky and with your eyes trace an invisible line from 5 o'clock and search for the passage hidden in plain sight"....
interesting isn't it ? next time, you will find out and let us know.; there is quite a lot to go by.. could this be a reference to le Musée du Temps de Besançon? http://whatisbelgium.blogspot.com
I am a former elementary school teacher, a full-time photographer, lover of all things French ( whose French is slowly improving), obsessive Paris traveler, enthusiastic church and community volunteer, and grandmother to 5 delightful grandchildren.
I fell in love with Paris in March 2007. It was as the French say, le coup de foudre : love at first sight. As a result of that trip, my photography took another direction. Since that time I have pursued a career of sorts in photography and dreamed of returning to the City of Light. November 2008 found me strolling the streets of Paris once again. My first visit I was so overwhelmed with the incredible beauty of the city, I photographed it as a "tourist". In 2008 I returned and I looked at the city with more of a photographer's eye. I wanted to capture the unique, the small details, and oh yes - the people! This blog was started as a photo diary of that trip, but I have been most fortunate to return to the city j'adore 15 times since. Each time I leave, I wipe a tear and start planning my list for the next trip. Paris may well be a moveable feast, but I think it's best savored in person! Someone told me that once you have been to Paris, you will leave a piece of your heart. I left mine right there, but I brought home some wonderful memories. It is my pleasure to share them with you.
21 comments:
J'aime beaucoup...
Pierre
Lovely shot, but can't help you there. Sorry, Virginia. -- Veronique
Quelle heure est-il,
Madame Persil ?
Six heures et quart
Monsieur Placard
(Pour la rime, on dira que La pendule retarde)
Classic !
Whenever Robert walked through The Marais he always kept his eyes cast down on the pavement. His finds have included a wallet, a mobile phone and a gold chain. Today the gutter offered him a scorched but intact piece of paper. He deciphered the cursive handwriting; "At the Grand Central Terminal Clock look up to the sky and with your eyes trace an invisible line from 5 o'clock and search for the passage hidden in plain sight"....
Whatever the story, you turned it into a beautiful photo op, V!
Love French iron work.....thank you.
Donald Trump gave this New York clock to Francois Mitterand back in 1993 as a friendship gesture to Paris! C'est vrai cette histoire, V de B?
Was it set to NY time or to Paris time?
V-
I hope you took a photo of the words facing the clock. My curiosity is piqued.
interesting isn't it ? next time, you will find out and let us know.; there is quite a lot to go by.. could this be a reference to le Musée du Temps de Besançon?
http://whatisbelgium.blogspot.com
For me , the mystery in this picture is the quote. Not enough words to make it complete..
Beautiful old clock !
Ah, if only I had enough time to pound out a story about this clock, but unfortunately for me, it's bed time!
Il est six heures et huit. Isn't that clock just simple divine - and set against le rouge. So pleased you looked up.
Exactly what Shell said! The clock looks nothing like the one in Grand Central, but it's beautiful.
Il est l'heure d'aller à Paris! Anita
For those wondering about the quote, google the author. I found it once, but can't translate.
Joe, you're scenario is intriguing! Let us hear more.
V
lovely capture!
I love this photo V it is so striking! The black clock against the red is incredible!
You have the best eye for photography!
Wonderful image!
Post a Comment