Petit Paris
About this ebook series
Travelogue of a 12 days solo trip to Paris~ The City Of Light, join me in these Twelve little books starting from Le Pont Neuf & ending by those amazing peoples I met.
Numerous of leisure photos with my illustrations as backdrop for you to sing along in my poetry, a journey for me & for you.
depth of the painting……so she departed in the autumn of 2019.
12 days in Paris, she captured the pulse of this small city in her momentum, in the eyes of her own, started from Pont Neuf, to unveil
Paris, once again.
Medusa”? Or……? How many “goals” could she achieved within these six consecutive days?
Once she Entrée those spectacular museums, she was “lost” into a space without time, if not if her body “alarmed”, she wished there
were no Sortie……Are you ready?
the spring of inspiration, or emotion?!
She wants to know why, why they were so obsessed, to the place, the people, the cancan girls or the 'chat noir’? If she don’t climb, she
will never know…it’s complicated.
there are always inner-city oasis nearby: a tree shade avenue, a chestnut tree park,
a royal garden since 1664 or simply a petit flowerbed in the neighbourhood...
She was drowned into the "sea of jardins", they were blended into the deep sky,
the architecture, the people of now & the past. When she walked through the Tuileries & Luxembourg,
besides admiring of their natural beauty, she suddenly evoked there is always another one inside us -
Le Jardins Secret !
Do you still remember?
But the fire disaster of Notre Dame concealed it, no clue to reveal it at this moment, another regret, she thought...
Seating on the bench in churches, joining the mass to hear the angel sing; she wondered, over decades with more than 200
churches in Paris, why so little keep serving,
where could they go...
the hearts of the believing
& of the searching?
what the reality is, there are lot more...
...suppressed voices, endless petition, injustice, immoral...just like her homeland and everywhere in the world. She couldn't ignore
them as she walked along..."Hear me!"
...listen to our wishes, if you could,
let others know who we are, what we want & why?!
"I am ready..."she replied! Et vous?
She couldn’t stop the sadness that brought but could find the hope that hidden. If we are the Autumn leaves, what is our choice... falling, decade, be forgotten.. or drifting, reborn, to repair...
It’s her own palette, her own colorway, she chose the latter, what’s yours?
She chased the light as usual, her companion “ray”, who never failed her, especially in Paris. Her experience told if she had a seed of spark reserved, she would never feel lonely, cos’ it glowed whenever it needed.
Lots of treasures in good old days were preserved, while transform of the modern age continues. She remembered the emigrants who started their new life as “L’étranger” – the foreigner who could eventually live like a local, but for how long to struggle before it could happen…
…and for how much needed to be “forgotten”?
She love beautiful things that’s how God create, the wisdom of beauty hide the truth for her to know… something inside, the charm of kindliness, she found…
And wish you could,too!
She saw the sparks of passion in their eyes...and frustration in some other's broken heart. But Paris is a place for dreamer, she believe "Act with no regret" that is another key besides a bit of madness.
No matter where your are
What you dream...
A journey had to end somewhere, she gathered pieces of memories to end the story.
Au Revoir! ...the meaning of Goodbye & we'll see again!