Having been here in the spring and now the fall, I can
honestly say that. However, this fall,
is a wee bit cooler than I would like.
The rain is intermittent and seems only drizzly, but it does make for a
bit of a challenge for pictures and comfort.
Every time we see the sun peek through and a window of blue appears, I
want to shout out for joy.
I don't know what it is about Paris that attracts me. Much of it is the history. I have seen only one semi-modern building
that seemed so out of place. You look at
the height and the materials used and you are in awe at it all. We saw one building with scaffolding and you
could see they were not changing it, but restoring it. That is one of the many things I love about
this city. They cherish their history and
preserve it. And those of us that have
the opportunity to see it all, are so blessed.
Just down the street; maybe 3 doors down, is a plaque that
made us realize just how blessed we are to be here and to notice things and
people who were here before us. Just as
we were setting out that first day, Dale and I were chatting about our love of
Les Miserables and Tara looks up and sees this sign.
Just what are the chances of something like that? Victor Hugo, the author of Les Miserables
lived here. He didn't write it until
1862, but I am sure he was thinking about it when he was living on this
street. I know that I have literary
thoughts running through my head right now.
Blessed? We sure are.
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