Today I wish you a wonderful Bastille Day, un Joyeux Fête Nationale du 14 Juillet!
I pay tribute often to my first adopted home, so I’ll just say one more time how much I love France, its culture, its beauty, and how welcome I have always felt there. The connection I have with it feels almost other-worldly; it’s inexplicable and delicate. I feel at home when I am there.
Have you ever wandered down Quai Saint Bernard toward Quai de la Tournelle and les îles and seen this little half circle stage of sorts along the Seine? Oftentimes you’ll see dance lessons taking place here or impromptu group dances that are for practice but end up entertaining passers-by as much as anything. After a lovely stroll through Jardin des Plantes one late afternoon in March – just before sunset – I came across this scene. Obviously, it was not the dancers this time that had captured my attention.
What better way to begin un séjour in Paris besides taking in the view from high in the sky at the top of the Notre Dame towers? A friend and I picked an early meeting time so as to avoid whatever tourists queues might keep us from getting those beautiful morning glow shots. However, the sun was quite bright by the time we made it to the top, but who can complain with these views? The streets were already bustling with tourists and locals and the warm sun was preparing to encourage those buds to open up just a little more.