Paris Sous la Neige: The 1st Arrondissement

 

“Paris is the city in which one loves to live. Sometimes I think this is because it is the only city in the world where you can step out of a railway station – the Gare D’Orsay – and see, simultaneously, the chief enchantments: the Seine with its bridges and bookstalls, the Louvre, Notre Dame, the Tuileries Gardens, the Place de la Concorde, the beginning of the Champs Elysees – nearly everything except the Luxembourg Gardens and the Palais Royal. But what other city offers as much as you leave a train?” ― Margaret Anderson

“That Paris exists and anyone could choose to live anywhere else in the world will always be a mystery to me.” – Marion Cotillard, Midnight in Paris

 

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Paris Sous la Neige: The 18th Arrondissement

 

“She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
And puts out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.”

– Robert Graves, Complete Poems in One Volume.

A photo diary of Montmartre in February xx

Snow in Paris

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Winter in Paris: Tour Eiffel, The Marais & Église Saint Vincent de Paul

 

“There is but one Paris and however hard living may be here, and if it becomes worse and harder even – the French air clears up the brain and does good – a world of good.” – Vincent Van Gogh.

“I don’t get here often enough, that’s the problem. Can you picture how drop dead gorgeous this city is in the rain? Imagine this town in the ’20s. Paris in the ’20s, in the rain. The artists and writers!” – Owen Wilson, Midnight in Paris.

 

A photo diary of winter in Paris xx

 

Eiffel Tower, Paris

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Autumn in Paris: Montmartre, Street Art & Haussmann Architecture

J’aime l’automne, cette triste saison va bien aux souvenirs. Quand les arbres n’ont plus de feuilles, quand le ciel conserve encore au crépuscule la teinte rousse qui dore l’herbe fanée, il est doux de regarder s’éteindre tout ce qui naguère brûlait encore en vous.

– Novembre, Gustave Flaubert

Je jouis infiniment Je la beauté douce et tranquille de cette fin d’été, de ce début d’automne. Il y a, en cette saison, un parfum de mélancolie émouvante, suave, dont je me sens profondément imprégné. J’ai l‘impression qu’en cette saison quasiment crépusculaire, les âmes sont meilleures et les cœurs plus sensibles… Et pourtant, on continue à se battre.

Paroles de Poilus: Lettres et carnets du front, lettre 2, 5 octobre 1917, Henry Lange

A photo diary of autumn in Paris xx

Autumn, Paris

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Paris Photo Diary: Tour Eiffel, Palais Luxembourg & Sacre-Coeur

 

“A walk about Paris will provide lessons in history, beauty, and in the point of Life.” – Thomas Jefferson.

“Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.” – Claude Monet

A photo diary of living in Paris xx

 

Florist, Paris

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Bastille: Marché Bastille & La Promenade Plantée

 

“To know Paris is to know a great deal.” – Henry Miller.

“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.” – Ernest Hemingway.

A photo diary of a day in Bastille, Paris at Marché Bastille and la Promenade Plantée xx

 

Bastille, Paris

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Paris Photo Diary: Cy Twombly, Olafur Eliasson, Invader & Cerith Wyn Evans

“If we could walk inside our own horizon, the world would appear as closed off as a cave, as reflective as a mirror, and as ephemeral as light. For me, the horizon is not a line, it’s a dimension. Questioning one’s own horizon requires us to question linearity and create a new horizon.” – Olafur Eliasson on Inside the Horizon at Fondation Louis Vuitton.

“I have always thought “Twombly” ought to be (if it isn’t already) a verb, as in twombly: (vt.): to hover thoughtfully over a surface, tracing glyphs and graphs of mischievous suggestiveness, periodically touching down amidst discharges of passionate intensity. Or, then again, perhaps a noun, as in twombly (n.): A line with a mind of its own.” – Simon Schama.

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Cy Twombly, Centre Pompidou, Paris
Cy Twombly, Centre Pompidou

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Spring in Paris: Notre-Dame, Jardin Tuileries & The Seine

 

“When spring comes to Paris the humblest mortal alive must feel that he dwells in paradise.” – Henry Miller.

“Even the majestic trees that graced and sheltered her streets were attuned to her–and the waters of the Seine, contained and beautiful as they wound through her heart; so that the earth on that spot, so shaped by blood and consciousness, had ceased to be the earth and had become Paris.” – Anne Rice.

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Notre Dame, Paris

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