Paris: Prose in Pictures

I stood at the summit of the Eiffel Tower

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Looking out over all of Paris in the spring

Through the thin safety of cold steel mesh

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Listening to the sound of my silent voice

Express how the journey to reclaim myself

Was more than seeking out new Geography

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Dressed in fleecy layers, I was warm enough

Dry from the addition of a short trench coat

Feeling the bite of damp wind sting my cheeks

My long hair secured beneath my black beret

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I felt very much like the tourist I was

In a city I had dreamed about since youth

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I walked her streets and touched her polished walls

Hands skimming over marble stones and ancient brick

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Wondering who else may have stopped here

To ponder my life while looking at the murky Seine

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As the waterway  began to quicken with traffic

And pedestrian traffic surged over distant bridges

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I wandered aimlessly down twisting roads

Darkened arching alley ways leading to main streets

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And to yet another palatial garden or historic building

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People stop to enjoy conversation with each other

Sitting in a sidewalk cafe to enjoy an espresso or Creme Brule

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Or simply browse in an open market filled with gastronomic delights

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Artists sketching in chalk or working in pen, acrylic and oils

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Infinite number of cameras being carried and used

Capturing images taken a thousand times before

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But never by that individual in that moment

And by its newness and novelty,  is its worth

As a personal experience of a lifetime

Paris in spring, is the magical place you imagined

Filled with the scent of new blossoms on old tree growth

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Of soaring architecture and impressive statuary

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Its Pariesienne stamp is priceless in your passport

As are your memories of the Rue de Mouffetard and Champs Elyeese

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Or circling the draped form of Venus de Milo

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When I travel, my camera is my companion in the experience
Every image is a chapter in the story of my journey
Each moment, a memory to be drawn upon later
Written about and shared in the poetry of words
Using pictures not as an art form but a shorthand
As a writer who sees prose in the reflection of the images

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12 Responses to Paris: Prose in Pictures

  1. Just added Paris to my list of places I must see ❤
    Great imagery with your words and great pictures

  2. theotherwoman97 says:

    Fabulous post!!

  3. Beautiful write and pictures…

  4. Johnny Ojanpera says:

    Beautiful post. ♡

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