Paris in its own words

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Spent a perfect bank holiday weekend in the tiniest palace in all of Paris. Evenings watching the moon over Sacre Coeur across the roofs of Montmartre, days walking through back streets and main drags of this most beautiful of cities. What can you say about Paris that hasn't already been said? So, here it is in a few of its own words...

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Photos

Guillotine was ere
This was the main spot for public executions from 1792 to 1795, including those of Louis 16th and Marie Antoinette. Can almost hear the click-clicking of the knitting needles as the ghoulish old women settled in to watch the heads roll.

Forbidden grass
Miles of lovely lucious grass just waiting for me to lie on? Mais non!

3 of my favourite words
Le Nord Sud roughly translated means best brasserie in all of Paris

Ripped up poem in Montmartre backstreet
Means "Rucksack on my back all over the place to dare to change colour on the sand like it was nothing at all; I don't go right, left..." Or something like that.

En route for Rock en Seine
3 day music festival. Bois de Boulogne, Pont de St Cloud

Outside a primary school in Montmartre
Reads "To the memory of the pupils of this school, deported from 1942 to 1944 because they were born Jewish, innocent victims of the barbaric Nazis and the Vichy government.
They were exterminated in the death camps. More than 700 of these children lived in the 18th arrondissement. Never forget them."

Words of Charles de Gaulle after liberation of Paris, WW2
PARIS,
PARIS OUTRAGED,
PARIS BROKEN,
PARIS MARTYRED,
BUT PARIS LIBERATED.
Impossible to say without raising your fist in a cheer at the end. Incredible words.

Musse d'Orsay
Used to be a train station...

The wall of 'Je t'aime'
I love you in every language on earth. Probably. In a gorgeous tiny park off Place des Abbesses.

Outside hotel on the banks of the Seine
Reads "The dawn, shivering in a pink and green dress, slowly moved forward on the deserted Seine and gloomy Paris, rubbing his eyes, grabbed his tools. Labourious old man." by Baudelaire. Sounds so much more beautiful in French :)

Street of the Irish!!
Photo of my daddy taken a couple of years ago. My great uncle the priest studied at the Irish College here in the 1920's and remembers every minute.

Parisians flee the big smoke in August
Even my favourite boulangers and all. Outrageous!

Fruit and veg shop called " Poems of the Four Seasons"
Dreamy dreamy in everything

Me watching Bjork at Rock en Seine
You can't see the words but imagine her singing. Brilliant.

Heart in fountain outside chez Sarko
Cheesy but good! Fromageux mais bien!