Today I introduce a new series, where I will feature Paris shops and their owners that I've found over my travels to Paris. TodayParis' oldest sweet shop founded in 1761... I repeat...1761!! I will post the delightful owner another day. I think this will be a fun series and hope you will too!
Not only did I miss Paris' Fête de la Musique yesterday, I also missed my 5th Anniversary of my Birmingham Alabama Daily Photo blog. In an effort to catch up, today I share this loud but wonderful drum corps that I encountered on the steps of the St. Paul-St. Louis church as I came up from the Métro on June 21, 2010. What a great night full of music in Paris.
This from our 2009 trip to Paris and Fontaine-Fourches. The backyard at La Bonne Etoile was a wonderful playground for Eva and Davis. They kicked the ball, picked carrots, explored, made fairy houses and saw for the first time cherry trees!
I think if I were a cemetery cat in Paris, this would be my choice. Cimetière des Chiens et Autres Animaux Domestiquesin the northwest suburb of Paris, Asnières-sur-Seine is probably one of my favorite resting places in Paris. The fact that I found Meeps' Parisian cousin has nothing to do with it!
The beautiful Musée Jacquemart-André located in this gorgeous 19th Century mansion contains an impressive collection of paintings, sculpture and tapestries. Not as well known as many other museums in Paris but certainly worth a visit.
I've spent a good amount of time with my nose and lens pressed against the shop windows in Paris. At night, they lower these gates making it even more difficult to drool over the vintage designer gowns at Didier Ludot. Trip #9, and I've still not gathered the courage to walk in when they're open. Je suis très desolé!
Allow me a moment today. For you, these steps probably don't mean much. For me, many fond memories. These are the slopey, well worn stairs from our apartment on St. Roch. I've walked DOWN them many, many times. Up.... not so much. The morning light on the well worn carpet was too good to resist.
Bless Peter's heart. He trudged up toMontmartrewith me for probably his 100th time so I could explore a little more, and did it cheerfully I might add. It was cold and damp and a bit slippery in places as Paris was melting from their latest snowfall ( that managed to elude my lens), but I found a few hearty artists braving the cold, sketching away. I note the Greek on the back of his easel, but he's doesn't appear to be Greek to me. Any thoughts?
Taken from my seat as we awaited the choral concert at this beautiful church, as part of theFête de la Musique . This festival of music which is held on June 21st, originated in France in 1982, but now is celebrated all over the world. La Madeleinewas a spectacular venue for the choral concert. The acoustics were amazing.
The grave of scientists Joseph Croce-Spinelli and his lover Théodore Sivel are buried together at Père Lachaise. The two died in a balloon accident in 1875. The sculpture of the two men, lying side by side holding hands is a much talked about gravesite, but I was too enamored with the colors cascading down the side to capture them. The beauty of decay can be found everywhere at this beautiful cemetery.
Today, City Daily Photobloggers around the world are posting their interpretation of The Beauty of Decay right HERE. Go have a look, tell them I sent you!
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 13 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.