Something beautiful is a self-imposed initiative to find a visual feast for each day of the year.
This morning I write from a chipped marble cafe table next door to iur charming apartment in the heart of Firenze. After a vicious travel sleep with no sleep the night before (long story for later) we have arrived in the city of David and the Uffizi–but back to Paris and something beautiful from the second day in the city of lights.
Day 2-The Evening of the d’Orsay
We walked along the Rive Gauche and took a turn down a street close to the Grand Palais and met Martine. We ordered the cheese plate with a lovely Bourgogne wine and packed away the extra camembaert and Brie for snacking later. Visited with Martine, a well-attended older Parisian woman who regularly visits New York, and then stepped into the boulevard for our first sight of the Eiffel Tower only a quarter mile away.
Visiting the night before with dear friend Judy firm the Post Office–I asked for her favorite Paris experience and she told me a bit apologetically that she was captivated by the Eiffel Tower. And I concur, the Tour Eiffel is something of spectacular beauty, Judy.
To me it is interesting always to see how your mental model lines up with reality. From the earliest of grade school geography classes, I have imagined the setting, approach, and experience of seeing the Eiffel Tower. That it has become a stereotype of the city unfairly diminishes iSt magic. We approached from the vast lawn side separating the tschool here hundreds of people lounged waiting for the turn of the hour and 5 minutes when the beautiful lighted tower twinkles. As an American, it reminded me of tfour Fourth of July nights when everyone settles on blankets to watch fireworks.