The year was 1967. Procol Harum sang “We skipped the light fandango, turned cartwheels ‘cross the floor; I was feeling kinda seasick but the crowd called out for more….and so it was that later, as the miller told his tale, that her face, at first just ghostly, turned a whiter shade of pale…”
I was in Paris for a month in the summer of 1967, Anne, my assigned roommate at the Cite universitaire, played this song over and over again when she was in the room. I had the luxury of a private room almost every night.
Inspiration from Ailsa’s Travel theme, pale.
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Oh this is a beautiful shot! Definitely one of your best ones. And I love A Whiter Shade of Pale. It’s a timeless classic.
Alison
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Thanks so much! I really need to go back to some of my old photos. This song is so full of memories.
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Great photo. You capture the mystery of beauty.
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Thank you. There are times like this when the mystery is almost at my fingertips.
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Angeline, you stopped by my blog recently and “liked” my post on my favoritie movie. Thank you for spending that time with me. I wish you much success and good fortune. Take care, Bill
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You are quite welcome, and I appreciate your coming over to say thanks. Movies can be wonderful entertainment!
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Welcome! Thank you for subscribing to follow my blog. I hope you are encouraged, inspired and enjoy the photos I take of life’s events as seen through the lens of my camera. Looking forward to following your posts as well.
BE ENCOURAGED! BE BLESSED!
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Blessings to you, Francine. I know I will enjoy your posts.
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Stunningly gorgeous and sentimental! Look forward to the rest of the story 🙂
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Thank you. It’s time for me to start writing.
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ah, memories.
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Aren’t they wonderful?
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Love that song!! Great post, fantastic youtube – memory lane, Angeline! Thank you 🙂
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You are quite welcome. Thanks! Memory lane is a good place for a stroll every now and again.
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Great shot Angeline. There is something so wonderful about that song. I just told someone else about something I found on my research rounds about it and a previously unknown last verse and the possible meanings of it.
http://www.independent.co.uk/news/whiter-shade-of-pale-a-bit-clearer-1449532.html
Just in case you are interested…
😉
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Thanks Jo. 46 years later I went through Google with a fine tooth comb and researched all the meanings everyone has thought the lyrics mean, and I did see the one mentioned in the link you’ve provided. Really interesting info all the way around from Chaucer on down the line.
46 YEARS????
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Gorgeous shot 🙂
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Thank you so much for stopping to let me know that you like it. Very much appreciated.
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A stunning photo, Angeline. Really quite beautiful and your post is a wonderful response to the challenge.
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Thank you so much.
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Wow, Angeline! That’s really, really pretty!
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Thanks Stephen. I’m glad you like it.
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Lovely and sentimental.
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So, you picked up on the sentimental part, huh?
Thanks Sally.
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Your photo is immensely beautiful…and the words following it too. I loved that song, and still do.
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Thank you. I was in a shop in a little town a couple of weeks ago and it was playing…it always stops me in my tracks.
Thanks for stopping in to comment.
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I love this song 🙂 An exquisite shot, Angeline 🙂
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Thanks Paula. As I processed the photo the song kept going through my head.
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Looks like a painting! Beautiful dreamy image! 🙂
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Thank you so much. I appreciate your compliment.
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Many shades of white. Beautiful.
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Thanks Rosemarie. It is something that there are many shades of white. Glad you stopped in.
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I love this song too as my parents used to play it all the time when I was growing up!
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I guess this really dates me…oh well. It is just so special to me with that month in Paris wrapped around it.
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The roses are just fantastic, Angeline – and the recollection of that enigmatic classic. Me, i was sewing my dress for the end of year formal – just dreaming of Paris … oooh 🙂
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Ah, the dreams. And then you were there.
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P.S. Your photo of the flowers is gorgeous. Love it.
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Thanks!
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Very nice writing.
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Thanks Paulette. This is a story that is bubbling and whirring in my mind to flesh out and tell.
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It is a great one…You should finish it! Wonderful pic!
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Thanks Ilargia. This may well be my first feature length short story.
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Absolutely charming post.
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Thank you. It is such a wonderful memory.
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