I was walking by St. Germain des Prés and thought I would light another candle for my ailing friend. |
It's the one on the second row near the middle, just under the little red one. |
After that, I walked down Rue Bonaparte and thought, as I always think when I pass this façade, "So much for history." |
And then, walking across the Pont des Arts, I saw the sun going down over the Seine, as spectacular as I have ever seen it. |
7:30 pm: Walkers, runners, friends, lovers along the banks of the river. What a glorious evening. |
7:34 pm: This huge red orb at the end of the quai. |
7:35 pm: Now I was running, afraid I would miss the show, and saw this through the windows of the Louvre from the Cour Carré |
And then, the sun was gone, and the twilight lingered for what seemed hours. |
I walked through the Richelieu wing past this lonely trumpet player, took the Metro and went home. |
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