smokingboot

Friday came and the Louvre loomed; I could never do it justice so I will not talk about the art within, incredible though it is. Instead, I will just mention that the Louvre's upside down pyramid is far funkier than the upright one, and that I am convinced that this building is taking over the world. It already has Paris in its thrall. Look for a long building along the Seine. No, longer than that. If it just keeps going, it's probably the Louvre. It eats other buildings for breakfast and fills the place where they once sat. You go to the metro station next to it, and you think you're safe, but you're not; everything just spirals inwards and before you know it, you are in its massive maw.

After the art came the boat dinner down the river in the afternoon light, serene, watching the people chill out by the river, sunlight sparkling on the waves...

We wandered through the Garden of Tuileries; people played in the fountains and cooled their feet; a concert was being set up next to the park cafe, and guitar riffs echoed out over the horse-chestnuts. Men played boules. The waiter, an expert in deadpan flirting, asked me what my pleasure was, with a kind of masculine gravitas/gallantry that reminded me of how nice it is to be a girl. Then a pigeon shat on my head. They say it brings good luck you know.

We passed the Place de la Concorde, where once the guillotine stood. Impossible to imagine that time. And we walked our last walk in Paris, city of light, city of ideas. How lucky I am to be given such a gift as this last week has been. Don't know how I end up in these situations, why I am always there when the light changes and the world displays its passion and its beauty, but somehow, for all my clumsiness, I always get to see the angel revealed. I am happy.

Thank you

larians my love.