For today’s Waterlogue, I wanted to share with you a couple of classic Parisian café scenes decked out in Christmas decor. The first is Le Consulat in Montmartre, which is always a photographer’s favorite. It’s beautiful year-round, but its red color makes it especially festive at this time of year. The second is the famous Café de Flore in St. Germain des Prés, where famous thinkers and writers used to gather in the 1920s to chat, collaborate, and people watch. It is still a French and tourist favorite, today.
In thinking about what I feel most thankful for this week during this week of celebration and cycling, it seems only fitting to continue with the red balloon theme (see yesterday’s red balloons). Red, white, and blue for an American is usually symbolic for his or her own country, but for me they are the colors of all three of “my” countries, so I often find myself drawn to the combination of the colors. Since first going to France in 1999, my love for the culture and the country has grown exponentially, and I continue to be drawn to it, intrigued by it, frustrated by it, and madly in love with it. Every time I see another part of France, and I find myself in complete awe of how this (smallish) country can have so much beauty in it. I have heard this come up in French class and even in other European countries over the years – France really does have it all, from beaches, to mountains, to rolling hills, beautiful architecture, and a fascinating history to accompany it all. I can’t wait to explore more of it in just a few weeks.
In case you missed it, here is my France bucket list (to be updated/revised soon).
The other night, my good friend finally invited me to her home. You see, she’s been speaking highly of her place for years now, but I had still never been invited “because it’s so small”. I get it; with all the closets I’ve lived in here, I rarely wanted to have people chez moi because it feels at times like you’re sitting on top of each other. The other day, however, she threw her cares to the wind and welcomed me into her 12 m2 apartment at the heart of St. Germain des Prés. Let me tell you, a closet-sized apartment never looked so good… and we were there to bask in the blue glow of the late sunset! This week’s Waterlogue comes from the mini photo shoot I did from her place that is indeed worth bragging about because what’s to fuss about when over half of your longest wall is a large window with this view over Paris…?