My memory of Paris is fading past. My impressions and experiences are becoming blurred. Two days from now, it will be a month since I arrived from my voyage. It seems that it was a lifetime ago that I went there. Good thing, cameras were invented. Pictures help make us remember. Once in a while, I can click on my CD of images and try to recall.
I made so many entries about my short adventure. I must stop. Write about something else. Get on with my life. But before I do, I will do my last post. Paste certain images. This time, narrowing it down to my favorite pictures.
A previous entry mentioned about my love for the gardens and skies in Paris. This one, at Versailles Palace, combines the perfect union of the two. Just one word: beautiful.
I prefer the Eiffel Tower at night. Somehow, it casts a more sentimental picture. Made of metal, cold, so structured, yet a contrast to what it represents to many : romantic, flushed, and dreamy.
I only see this scenery from pictures. Never the real thing. Somehow this image questions us. Do we dare walk the long trail, and discover the goal? Or be afraid and just remain in a safe place? Really depends on whom we trust. Then, we can be confident even if we don't know the outcome.
I did not like the Louvre, not because it was not pretty. It was. Too much. Overloaded. Another French genius. Combine ancient and modern. Mix nature and industrialism. I've read about the pyramid. And here it is. The picture of my best.
A rerun. The same picture above.
A last glimpse to the my dream city.