City of Lights
With Halloween coming up this weekend, I thought it would be appropriate to kick off Blue Eyed Yonder’s French excursion with the magnificent night shots of Paris. After all, it is known as the “City of Lights,” or la ville des lumières if you want to get all Frenchie.
Upon arriving in Paris, after dealing with the 4-hour (yes, you heard me the 4-hour) mumbled, jumbled shuttle/train/metro ride from the airport to Paris, we were exhausted. Our bodies didn’t know what time it was. We looked utterly ridiculous trampsing the streets of Paris with two large suitcases, a shoulder bag, a rolling wee little suitcase and a pink neck pillow looking for our hotel. It was hot, while we were dressed for the expected cool weather, and I am pretty sure I had the words AMERICAN TOURIST tattooed on my forehead.
We decided to plop down on a bench beside a group of Indian men eating Subway sandwiches no less! I thought to myself, is this really France?
That’s when I saw her. Perched just across the river – Notre Dame. Could it be? Is it really her? The beauty, the detail, the magnitude. It was almost as if the clouds had parted and angels were singing, like one of those cheesy moments in a movie. I knew in that instant that things were going to get better and this was going to be one of the most magnificent and fulfilling trips of my life.
That was the turning point for me. That “turn that frown upside down” moment. We eventually found our hotel and were greeted with this view from our teeny, weeny room:
Butter my butt and call me a biscuit! I could have perched in this window for the rest of the trip. I just adored the precious townhomes, their little windows warmly lit. I could even see inside them. One had bookcases lining the wall, and at night, a lady would sit in a cozy chair by the window and read. Is this a dream? If so, don’t wake me up.
Not only did the room over look the beautiful buttresses of one of the oldest churches still standing on the Left Bank, we also had a view of the top half of the Eiffel Tower. Just perfect. For the first five minutes of every hour at from dust until midnight, the Eiffel Tower would erupt into a fantastical display of lights. Glittering and twinkling, so romantic. We would leave the windows open, falling asleep listening to the laughter and muffled voices of the people walking below and wake to the sound of ringing church bells and shop keepers starting a fresh day in the beautiful city.
|Photos by: CMJ|
Just want to give a little woot, woot to my talented husband. Looks like that night photography class paid off. Your pictures really capture the warmth and beauty of the night.