to live is to be slowly born
i like this sentiment cause it implies that experience comes at every moment. hOwEveR, night is coming faster than i can keep up. after walking 11 hours yesterday, today’s on and off drizzle knocked me out. it’s after midnight and the show is tomorrow so i have about one minute for an allo and to share some of yesterday’s random shots before they get burried or deleted from my phone.
i’m always looking at stores for rent. must be the merchant in me.
i guess cause it’s the infinite possibility of what it could be. maybe a fleur store…
with hydrangea topiaries
cutting through the louvre i’m usually too jaded to take pics but read about playing with lines and shapes. this is cafe marly on the square at the louvre.
and i never really understood the pyramids till i saw them through the promenade.
a table awaits
we ate a lot of chocolate
so that was about a minute of yesterday except for one last thing. i’m on a little mission, (not sure how long it will last). you know how there are statues everywhere from the louvre to the hotel de ville? ever wonder who they were and what did they do to warrant a life size, eternal figure? well i’m shooting one a day and looking him up. the random choice at the louvre was Jean-Jacques Rousseau. as for who he was, wikipedia says:
His Confessions, which initiated the modern autobiography, and his Reveries of a Solitary Walker were among the pre-eminent examples of the late 18th-century movement known as the Age of Sensibility, featuring an increasing focus on subjectivity and introspection that has characterized the modern age.
and that’s just the beginning.
these are some of his writings
i love the covers
so with paris happening at a mile a minute, it’s gonna take some control to enjoy it it slowly and let it unfold. something i have to remind myself to do whenever i’m here. must be the new yorker in me.
and now, off to catch some rêves et rêverie. sweet dreams to you!