Well, I just couldn’t resist reviewing à pied dans les rues de Paris!
This new bi-lingual blog is so gorgeous that I just couldn’t help myself!
à pied dans les rues de Paris is the masterpiece of Julie who describes herself as… “Fraying the edge of her urban space.”
What a nice thing to be doing; I’m often, myself, described as “Fraying the nerves of anyone in, or close to, my urban space.”
I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not.
I am sure that anyone who lists Hemingway’s A Moveable Feast (his greatest work of fiction, in my opinion) as one of her favourite books can’t have a bad bone on her body (although I’m not sure that Scott Fitzgerald would agree?)
Now, I’m pretty sure that this is going to be both an easy and a difficult review to do.
And, in a way, they are my favourite kind!
Easy because I just love this photoblog.
Difficult because I’ll be so tempted to gush all over it or, perhaps even worse, get mesmerised and end up lost in silent respect!
So, without further ado, let’s dive in and see what we find!
In the beginning….
The blog starts when L’ete c’est fini presque and we find two young lovers seemingly oblivious to anything and everything around them.
I wonder what they’ve got up to during the summer?
I wonder what stories they’ve got to tell?
There’s another young lover on the Quai de Montebello.
He’s talking on his mobile phone.
Julie thinks that he’s… “ whispering he loves her, and misses her, and wants to be with her, even if just for this final weekend.”
I do hope so!
You know (and I do apologise for digressing a little here), that, for me, is exactly the beauty of great photoblogs.
Being presented with an image and then being invited to make up the story behind it.
That’s a wonderful occasion when it happens.
It’s something that happens here, and also on those photoblogs by Jilly, Genie, Virginia and Sab (amongst many, many others) and I find I often keep going back to a post throughout the day, adding to my invented story.
Teachers and Students….
In the Jardins de Luxembourg we find that… “Women with a brain are celebrated on the Left Bank. They do not frequent boutiques. They value quiet time to nurture their interior life.”
And nuturing, they certainly seem to be doing.
Spotted on La Rue Saint-Jacques, is a man peering into a bookshop window.
This is what Julie has to say about him… “The teacher is still devoted to his books. He slowly walks Rue Saint-Jacques near The Sorbonne. He is a man of big ideas – perhaps obsessions.”
Now, personally, I would put him as an unpublished writer, still dreams after all these years, of achieving the success that he deserves.
And there’s another student; this time on the La Rue Monge.
She’s concentrating on her art; or perhaps she’s just dreaming of her young and handsome teacher?
Fashion and other Fetishes…
Rue Mouffetard et Jardins du Luxembourg are the places to be if you want to indulge in your fashion fetishes.
Breakfast at Les Deux Magots sound ideal as a preparation for a heavy day of show shopping.
And would you be as brave as this man, with Le parapluie violet dans la Rue Mouffetard?
Non, ni moi!
I like him walking down the middle of the street, as if undecided.
I see him as a civil servant, wishing that he was brave enough to be naked.
He walks Rue Thouin in the early morning.
He has just left his lover and is on his way to work.
“He did not eat breakfast and he is hungry. At the bakery he buys an almond croissant and a coffee with milk.”
The croissant reminds him of his lover; but then everything does, these days.
She loves almond croissants too.
But… “For breakfast she had a yoghurt.”
And now sits on the steps of the church at Place de l’Abbe Basset.
She’s counting the minutes until her lover returns.
Or is it the seconds that she counts?
She’s in love; she’s not sure.
And then, they’re together again.
One day they’ll be able to buy all the records they want but, for the moment, over is free and the music they make together is the best music of all.
So, summing up…..
As if you hadn’t guessed by now, I am in love with this blog.
The photographs that are to be found à pied dans les rues de Paris speak to me.
And the tales they tell….
Well, dear visitor, to find out what they say, you’ll have to visit à pied dans les rues de Paris yourself.
And me? Well, I’m desperately awaiting the next bog post (am I starting to gush?) but, in the meantime, will have to console myself with a trip to La Place du Parvis, Notre Dame.
I fancy a little play in the sand.
Care to join me?
All the best