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Anons Paris on wordpress, sunday market...

just started using wordpress to blog on Paris on WordPress the other day at anonsparis.wordpress.com !

Also. paid a visit to a Sunday market for veggie, cheese, fresh flowers, delicious fruit...

Satie - le Fantôme

Apart from Paris nd wider lie-de- France, Normandy is spcertaily fast becoming a second favourite pregion in France. this video comes from The birth home of famous Frwnch composer, Erik Satie. A self playing piano ... How oh so ghostly :-)

Foretaste of Summer on the Seine

It's not quite summer yet, but glimpses of real sunshine, longer days are making the banks of the Seine increasingly attractive as spots to picnic, sun bathe and perform other summery activities.

Brooke Fraser live in Paris

Returned from a beautiful night out where the highlight was a Brooke Fraser concert at Nouveau Casino in the 11eme. The song here is perhaps my favourite from her new album "Flags". Entitled "Sailboats", it's an intimate, haunting, eerie, gorgeous piece of art....Superb.

Spring, Spring , Spring! (images below from rue Mazarine)

Spring in Paris - and there are signs of beauty in natureand people.

A word of caution to the married though - Paris does indeed mock of married people in the sense of Shakespeare's poem "Spring'. There is an excess of gorgeous people to found on the streets of this equally stunning city. Woe to all who are married during this oncoming season where both the beauty of the city's people and nature are on such wonderful display!





Spring
William Shakespeare

When daisies pied, and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he:
'Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo!' O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear.

When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks,
When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he:
'Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo!' O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear

..from yet another out of Paris expedition.

Loved this little town in Normandy - traveled here for a short break. The birth place of Erik Satie, gorgeous corner of France, reviving, refreshing, fantastic.