It’s been several weeks from my last post, and for that I must apologize. I’ve left you stranded in Paris with no map and I needed to return to guide you through Paris from my eyes.
For those that have followed me all along and know my horse Remy Martin and I, perhaps you read my earlier post about our horse barn being evicted from the premises. Well, the final horse move was three weeks ago and since then I’ve been managing people and horses in helping them get settled into their new homes. The horses adapted beautiful..the people…well, not so much. And so all of my energy has been spent there.
At last I am back, and I’m getting the Paris Blues. Yes, I do miss Paris as anyone would that has visited and had to leave. But the blues of Paris remain in my mind. Along with street photography I arrived with the thought in mind that one thing I would do is look for colors while walking the streets. French blue has its own distinct tones and it is notable throughout the city, and beyond. One of the more evident one finds these blues are on the entryways to a variety of homes. Of particular note is home #54 where Van Gogh once lived in the Montmarte area.
While walking the Parisian streets, one thing I observed is that the art of reading and writing is not lost in their culture. Unlike the United States, many book stores, and stores that specialized in writing tools like paper, note cards, and elegant pens can be found. A “must read” is the “Le Petit Prince”, written by the French aristocrat Antoine de Saint-Exupéry in 1943, this book is one of the most translated books in the world.
French blues are not only in French homes, and French literature, but it can also be found in French street art. Street art in Paris is becoming prolific and one great place to find some of these creations is in the Montmartre area.
Truly, I didn’t get nearly enough time to chase down all of the blues on the streets of Paris. I’m sure that a book can be filled with images of the Paris blues. But in the meantime, I might as well enjoy a lovely pastry while I dream of my return to Paris once more.