The streets of Paris
So I’ve been back in Paris again, one of my favorite cities on the planet. One of the advantages of repeated visits to a place is the leisure pace of awe and discovery while drifting slowly down the worn streets of the French capital. Just skipping the Eiffel tower and endless queues to attractions, replacing it with whatever feels good at the moment.
The past weekend I’ve been contemplating Mali photography at Fondation Cartier pour l’Art Contemporain. Getting lost in the narrow alleys of the 11th arrondissement. Paying my respects to René Descartes in the crypt of Saint-Germain-des-Prés. Buying Macaroons from Pierre Hermé and eating them sitting on the stairs of Église Saint-Sulpice. Sipping whisky cocktails at a speakeasy bar hidden inside a dodgy pizza place. Taking a sunny autumn walk at Père-Lachaise amongst dead people and fading trees, while looking for an elusive album cover by Dead Dan Dance. Trying orange wine to a bowl of cevice at a tiny place operated by Michelin chefs.
And so much more. Paris is full of wonder in every corner and I can’t wait to be back once more. Qui vivra verra.