"Every time I look down on this timeless town,
Whether blue or grey be her skies,
Whether loud be her cheers,
Or whether soft be her tears,
More and more do I realize that...
I love Paris in the springtime,
I love Paris in the fall,
I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles,
I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles...."
I was skipping along the Pont de l'Alma bridge this morning. It was cold and rainy and I was going to be late when I slowed down, started channeling Cole Porter and let time stop. Even on a bad day (weather and mental health-wise), Paris is such a great place to just be. Here are a few more pictures:
The Seine was high and muddy.
An advertisement for the Ipad 2 was flashing above one of the entrances to the Alma-Marceau metro station.
And the Liberty Flame (gift from the Americans to the French) is still there and it still says:
The Flame of Liberty. An exact replica of the Statue of Liberty's flame offered to the people of France by donors throughout the world as a symbol of the Franco-American friendship. On the occasion of the centennial of the International Herald Tribune. Paris 1887-1987.
Back home now in front of a roaring fire drinking a nice hot cup of coffee....