all the world’s a stage
allo toute le monde. i’ve had this post up and ready to go for a couple of days but never got to hit ‘publish’. i kept falling asleep and then jumping right to work in the mornings. but it’s sunday and i’m back on the grid and getting ready for a long trip starting tomorrow. i’ll be in asheville, nc at Desirant for a couple of days then it’s off to ny and nj to see my guy and family for graduations and dad’s day.
anyhoo, i’m keeping up with the bookmarks and this was a random selection from the other day: artlyriquefr.fr/Opera. not sure why i saved it then (like 4 years ago) but loved stumbling across it now.
it never ceases to amaze me how paris (and so many other places) were created out of thin air, with just an idea, paper and quill…
or pencil…no cranes or computers, just men devoted to a cause.
it’s truly worthy of awe and wonder. i love these folks just stolling by, taking it for granted over a 100 years ago
but it’s exquisite, the depth, precision and dreams that went into its creation. and who built it? they’re long forgotten…
the thousands who’ve climbed the stairs over the centuries are very fortunate to experience a piece of history.
it was probably a real marvel at the time. i bet parisians were very proud of it.
now it sits majestically as part of the landscape.
even in modern times is still grand and mysterious as ever. i ask you, could this be built today? quel feat! have a wonderful sunday~