Inspiration for the beauty of minimalism found amidst the Rodin garden sculptures; a simple bench against a wall of rocks and bricks, under a tree. It was just there, all by itself, unassuming, amidst all the art. I wondered if placed intentionally (it did not look out at anything in particular), or just a gardener whose muse guided the placement. Always listen to your muse.
I will be on travel and will return in a couple of weeks.
It Had to be You, they sang, and a chanteuse of days gone by did a slow dance. The music and words reverberated off the D’Orsay Museum up several stairs, and several yards in front of them. Yes, it had to be you, Paris. Memories for me of years gone by, and here I was again. Wandering the streets is always my favorite way to soak up a city, getting a flavor of what it’s all about, to get a feeling of the place wherever it may be, the people, the life. Museums and venues are all wonderful to see works of art, but I find that the streets are works of art unto themselves. Let me take you there, to the museum of the streets of Paris as I wind up this series. Let’s stroll together for a little while.
And just like that, it was time to leave all this behind once again. Days of immersing myself into the history and mystery of Paris.
The Sunday Traveler is heading out into a new adventure this coming week and will take a break here for a couple of weeks. Until then.
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It’s not easy to post a minimalistic photo and not attach words. Is it human nature to try to fill up space otherwise empty?
Traveling into times gone by in Paris. The Sunday Traveler was able to slip into that wonderful time machine for a few days. I’ll be wrapping up Paris next Sunday before slipping into another time zone. The clock is ticking.
For any of you wishing to see many more photos of Paris, I post on Instagram at angeline.am
Go out, take photos of the things that call to your eye. Simple, minimalistic scenes; it doesn’t have to be complicated. Relax. Put the camera down and take a nap if you must.
The Carrousel Garden of the Tuileries, right outside the Louvre. My friend and I had spent several hours inside the Louvre taking in as much as we could, decided to call it for the morning, and get on with our day. The one week granted to us in Paris made us think wisely of our time. The Tuileries run along the Seine between the Louvre and the Place de la Concorde. Stepping out of the museum into the cold early afternoon air was exhilarating, especially with a few moments of what seemed to be rare sunshine.
As we walked through a short piece of the gardens I noted such a sense of relaxation and people just being people.
The photo above is the Arc de Triomphe du Carrousel.
Having a great time. Wish you were here.
My arrangement with flowers is that I’ll give them water in exchange for their beauty. It’s as simple as that.
The Luxembourg Gardens of Paris. The Sunday Traveler was only able to catch glimpses while on a walking tour one cold Saturday morning. The gardens were begun under the guidance of Queen Marie de Medici in 1612, inspired by her love for the Boboli Gardens in Florence. I’ll leave the historical research to all of you, and it is indeed interesting as is everything in Paris; stories upon stories, and this one including pieces of the incredible story, Les Miserable.
What mesmerized the Sunday Traveler during this whirlwind week in Paris were the trees. The winter trees, barren, but yet, to me, beautiful; here in the Luxembourg Gardens, as well as in the gardens of the Rodin Museum, the trees seemed to take center stage to my eyes.
In the warmer days, remote controlled toy boats are launched here on this little pool by many a child, and adult as well I’m pretty sure.
A look here and there, and scenes like that above of a statue and the Pantheon beyond forever frozen in my mind of a week that flew by all too soon. What is enough time to see Paris in? One week is not the correct answer.
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Seeing art in the Louvre from a minimalistic perspective.
I jump into a taxi and ask to go to the Marais district to the church of St.Paul-St. Louis. A Metro ticket would have been a little more economical, but early morning and mid-week, I opted to avoid commuters, and pressed the easy button. The morning ride through Paris from our hotel in Saint Germain des Pres to the Marais was a little tour in itself, I rationalized. A good way to see the people of the city as they started their day, and observing the women’s outfits as they headed to their day’s activities. The fashion show on the street on everyday people was part of my fun observations while I was in Paris. But I digress, the taxi pulls up to the church and I am immediately taken with the entrance door. So red. So richly carved. Ornate in a non-ostentatious way.
The inside of the church is equally as simple, yet elegant and beautiful. It was first begun as a chapel in 1125, and in 1627 Louis XIII laid the first stone of the church as it exists today. In 1641, Cardinal de Richelieu celebrated the first mass here; there have been various restorations over the years due to revolutions, pillaging, and a destruction in 1798. The church was restored between 1804-1840, with a pillage in between those years (the three day revolution in 1831), and then one more pillage in 1871. One can only say Vive la France, and raise a glass of Bordeaux at the wonder of it all coming back to beauty.
Entering the church at this hour was soothing, quiet, there were few people.
I spent several hours here walking around the perimeter of the church, sitting in between the wandering to absorb the incredible richness, and think about the things that transpired on this very site over so many years.
In all the churches I visited in Paris, there were chairs like this, no pews; pleasing to my eye.
My final day in Paris was well spent with a few hours here.
Until next week. Travel on.