Happy Place

Took mega time to upload pictures, caption, blah de blah. Got it done, but I KNOW there are better ways – better formats than this long list of photos. I’m posting these to wrap up and finish this mess and will investigate down the road if there are simpler ways to create a blog. You know, like that phone for old people with giant numbers and amplified sound. Blogs for the blog challenged. The Remedial Blogger Society. Some are repeats from previous posts, but I captioned most with a little info. Enjoy the pictures and thanks for listening to my garrulous rambles from The City of Lights.

Painted on the loooooooong plane ride. I stopped watching the screen when the little jet got over the water. My room upon arrival View from my balcony over rue Saint-Louis Sunset from my balcony. Notre Dame with lock bridge in foreground. The River Seine. I’ve pictures from every angle. Will not include them all. You’re welcome. Beloved Book Store. I would like a summer internship working there. Top of the stairs. Every wall looks the same. Books, photographs, signs, beautiful chaos. Historic. If you get time, look up the history of Shakespeare and Company. The Brasserie at the end of the street where I lived. The key in hotel, power only worked if key was in slot. Prevented you from leaving any lights on when you’re away. Genius. But annoying. Another shot of The Seine The colors of Paris. Everywhere. FOUND it! Sara Suzor and I (pretending to) discuss Literature Luxembourg Gardens Hemingway’s spot at the bar in La Closerie des Lilas

Luxembourg Mansion with sailboats with flowers Cafe au lait, please monsieur. MY patron saint, protective, ringing, grantor of wishes, awe inspiring little church around the corner.. Lunch in Montmartre. Everyone minus Jill. Dierdre, Travis, Karen, Kendra, moi, Sara, Fearless Leader, Darla. Metro The man who could walk through walls. Ask me and I’ll tell you the story. I can, too Quiet place. Tuilleries Musee de Orsay Orangerie, where Monet’s Masterpiece is displayed. Holy Ground. When horses fly OH! There it is again! Happy morning place. Working on painting it. Every single morning at 7:30 I had breakfast in this little corner of the basement, alone. Coffee, cornflakes, sometimes an apple with Nutella spread on it! A thousand little single packs of Nutella, next to the bread baskets. Brought a few home. A few. Dozen. Graffiti along the Quay OH! OH! the other direction Hemingway’s stomping grounds Travis makes a statement 😉 Powerful Angle #67, Sunset on The Seine My friend with the benefits of nachos, quesadillas, margaritas, diet coke with ice. That’s amour! Wills and me. Have quite a few of these, too. Painting on the desk in the upstairs library. I gave my painting a photo shoot all around the store. Don’t know where it will land, but the girl said “OH! We NEVER throw away ART.” Kitty and me Paris haircut. No big Life Changes yet. Still waiting. Magic morning. First one in when store opened. Straight upstairs to piano room. Played piano (Tuxedo Junction, WHO knows why), played with Kitty the cat, read, sat on beds, asked random strangers to snap my picture. Satisfaction by The Seine Hope my painting lands here, think it looks right. Next friend who goes to Paris has to look for it, please. Jessi was the first to see my painting hanging in WS Diner in NYC. Painted 2 or 3 years ago. Predicting my future, maybe.

Happy Paris Face in Happy Paris Place An Avalanche of Artist Angst. Always want ALL. Kendra took this picture from the street, last day in Paris. Can you see me on the 4th floor balcony? Au revoir, Paris, je retournerai. Writers by the River