Last leg of the trip…Paris



A quick coffee & croissant breakfast at my brother’s place early last Thursday morning.
I knew I had only one day left before I came back home, so I asked him
to play tourists in the city of lights the way I never did when I lived there.
So off we went…



I had forgotten how busy the city is, bustling with cars and tourists.
I smiled looking back at Notre-Dame de Paris, 
swallowed by our modern fast pace, yet still standing so proud.



The river Seine running in the heart of Paris seemed timeless. Slowly taking 
the tourist filled bateaux-mouches through the whole city. It is something
I wished I had done, while I had the opportunity.
Next time maybe πŸ˜‰





Standing tall against the blue sky, the Sacre-Coeur was exactly as I remembered.
Tourists everywhere, coming and going in and out of the basilica.
A cold wind was blowing as it often is there, something I had forgotten.
Looking at the photograph today, I can almost feel it against my face.


Can you?

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16 Comments

  1. I am so glad you took the opportunity for a real visit, even if it was brief. Too rare that we allow ourselves that kind of pleasure "in our own homes", so we seldom see the place with the same open eyes as a first-time visitor might. Your pictures are lovely as always, and that one of Sacre-Coeur exquisite!

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  2. emma, I always have so much fun playing tourist in a city I love :-)Sherry, it's also a reminder that we could enjoy wherever we live with all its attraction while living there. Not wait to play tourist and rather take the opportunity handed to us :-)Grace, the bread early in the morning…say no more ;-)Mike, I am glad you like them :-)Vicky, I did not know as I have never climbed up to the top of Notre-Dame…Something else to do next time ;-)Nezzy, you are welcome for the tour and Happy New Year to you too :-)Brian, I am sure your family would enjoy it :-)CherryPie, lucky you ;-)beth, it was quite a cold breeze ;-)Karen, it is never too late πŸ˜‰

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  3. Never got any farther west than Strasbourg when I was studying in Salzburg, Austria. But I thought of you last night when I was watching Woody Allen's "Midnight in Paris". Made me wish I had taken the time to go to Paris that year.

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  4. Oh what a wonderful tour you've given me since I rarely get off the Ponderosa. I will probably never get to France but I've love seein' it through your eyes sweetie. Thanks!God bless ya and have a beautiful New Year!!! :o)

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  5. You take me right back! I have a story for each of your photos that I have never written, but told a few times. Do you know if you want to climb to the top of Notre Dame you have to go up steep stairs that wind around inside a tower and at times you lose sight of any light- so you have to feel for the wall and keep moving- till you can see again. At least, that is how it was in the mid eighties when I was there πŸ™‚ And the pastries might be about my favorite thing in Paris πŸ™‚ Thanks for stirring my memories!

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  6. I have been to France twice and both times I spent a week in Paris. It seems like a lifetime ago. Great coffee and bread and butter in the morning.I somehow deleted your comment accidently on my blog. Comments are always appreciated.

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  7. There is something refreshing and renewing about being a tourist in a city where you have spent time…living your life, NOT as a tourist. It helps to see with clarity where you have been, what has changed, what remains the same and the realization that even when we as people change as is inevitable, there are still some things about us that remain constant. And yes, I can feel that cold wind!!!

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  8. So glad you're home safe… Thanks for the tourist trip around Paris – it's been a while since I was last there. Yes, I can almost feel the cold breeze…. x

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