Pink over pink Back from a walk in Montsouris park which played and still plays a prominent role in my parisian life.
Thousand and thousand years Would not suffice To tell the little second of eternity Where you kissed me Where I kissed you A morning in the winter light In park Montsouris in Paris In Paris On earth The earth which is a star
Des milliers et des milliers d’années Ne sauraient suffire Pour dire la petite seconde d’éternité Où tu m’as embrassé Où je t’ai embrassée Un matin dans la lumière de l’hiver Au parc Montsouris à Paris À Paris Sur la terre La terre qui est un astre. » Jacques Prévert
Because today is my birthday. I let my OH do something I usuallly dislike, tale pictures of me. I like this one. And it was a happy Birthday. #SentimentalSunday +Lena Levin Thanks for the gift and the wishes. They were a very special treat :-) Read post in Google+
I wish you a nice and fulfilling year 2013
A gracile salvia To defy adversity of her vibrant red
A flower shot 2 days ago in 13ème arrondissement, Paris.
With this little Parisian piaf perched in a statue I wish you a Sunday full of joy Yes a piaf, that was the affectionate name for sparrows in French. Hence the name of *Edith Piaf because she looked like one.* She sang so well that she stole the nickname of the birds. Nobody calls them like that any more. Once my father who liked women to be well dressed told one of our friends who was wearing an unflattering attire : You look like Edith Piaf. At that time, the singer was at the end of her life and her look was terrible. When asked why he had be so extreme in his appreciation, he answered with a mild smile I wanted to be sure, she would never wear that dress again. Our friend looked far more like the original piaf than like Edith....but my father was - I must admit it - despite my unconditional love of him, a bit of a male chauvinist and women's looks were, in his opinion, fundamental....