In the city of lovers, fashionistas and lovers of fine perfume is not the sun always shines. But it does not disappoint. On the contrary, it blows from some romantic melancholy. I would like to casually enjoy a coffee at a table in the street, hiding his head in the high collar of his coat, and dreamily watched the passers-by, drop his gloves, anywhere. Paris - the city of lost gloves. Here, walking on the wide and narrow streets all day, you can count a dozen single leather and knitted gloves on the pavement. That is why, probably, on a cloudy day here like to feel a sort of glove and stick to sights and not very pleasant places in solitude.
If I go on a trip in the company, be sure to leave in his schedule for the day idle reel alone with herself. I do not get distracted by the chatter of others and desire. Continuous self-reflection and attention to detail around. To have someone to talk to, I take with me except an old Zenith camera, which approvingly champs whenever I have something to notice. We had a great team of spies! For example, we follow the artist that draws with crayons clown in the square at the Centre Pompidou art.
We draw up a whole dossier on this artist.
We are trying to catch the thoughts saleswoman apple glaze and hot mulled wine. She spent the whole day behind the counter, whose window looks right on the Seine and the Eiffel Tower.
We also look at the Eiffel similarity inverted lilies and have time to grab a cup of tea in one of the bays of the tower.
We even overcome a huge number of steps foot climb to its summit and see with incredible heights and distances with incredible skyscraper Montparnasse.
We climb into the different parts of Paris, but the range is still cloudy, but without precipitation. In wet sediment only French air settles in the lungs and mouth taste tart wine.
Notre Dame
Cite
Montmartre
The same mill
Luxembourg Gardens
Life itself is at the famous flea market on March Pius that Saint-Ouen.
There are not many people, how many things, unexpected, frightening and its history. They seem to purposely collected in one continuous bunch of little, to share their biographies with each other.
At the same time, Parisians seem so leisurely and peaceful with its petanque in the park, sometimes it seems that they have reached a certain degree of enlightenment.
One click and they will permanently freeze as ironic graffiti on one of the walls of Paris.
Winter evening in the French capital comes suddenly. We have to look at the clock in surprise, remembering that the planned day of loneliness with Paris coming to an end, and a moth fly into the light of lights along the Champs Elysees to the Arc de Triomphe.
Here over Etoile and begin to light up these celestial lights.