I know. I know.
I didn't come here to be a tourist.
But with la Tour Eiffel just a few short blocks away who could resist?
After a short walk to the end of Rue Cler… we made a left into Rue de Grenelle and a right into Ave de la Bourdonnaise... and there she was just as I had remembered her.
This huge monolithic bronze-coloured structure really is quite beautiful in its own right.
But the thought does occur to me… if it were not such an iconic structure… would it still hold the kind of magic it so obviously does for the many thousands of tourists who flock here every day to see it?
When you pare down the mystique and look at the structure in rather a more prudential light… la Tour Eiffel could just as well be a pile of metal space junk that came hurtling to earth right in the middle of a field… right in the middle of a city.
In the middle of Paris… to be precise!
A place where dreams begin… or end… just like that… depending on your point of view.
Paris has always elicited "la vie en rose" loosely translated as “life in pink”
She makes you see things in a different light.
She sheds a glow over this magical place on earth… casting her pink light on all who walk her boulevards and avenues… and care to dream of a place such as this.
I have come to the decision that I could very easily live on Pont Alexandre III with it’s gilded horses and nymphs and water sprites… its 1900 style lamplights… and swags of gilded gorgeousness!
It’s wide enough to hold a decent sized street party on and convivial enough to stay all day and never tire of whomever you might meet.
Ahhh I love this place…. it’s just… so… darned… pink :D
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