Because Paris will always remain city of lights, a concentrate of French spirit: both audacious and profound, a jauntily beautiful mix of secular culture and joie de vivre…Because Paris will always remain Paris, no matter what. Some pictures of tribute which don’t need words. Continue reading
Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth, and distance. What man can stand with autumn on a hilltop and fail to see the span of his world and the meaning of the rolling hills that reach to the far horizon?