Below: this morning's lemon zest merveilles (accompanied by butter, jams, honey, coffee, tea)
Emily Brontë
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
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Autumn in Montmartre
In France, flowers are an integral part of life and in Paris, florists are as numerous as boulangeries. They lift spirits, add color and cheer wherever they appear, and symbolize romance, nature, optimism and the persistence of beauty. - BPJ
A turquoise bicycle is parked in front of a shuttered window only on Thursdays.
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As we head into the weekend you might have noticed that I've tweaked up the blog, slightly, making some of the photos larger and changing / enlarging text for easier reading - a work in progress as there are almost 2000 posts. The "About" page has been edited, and I’ve stopped posting synopses of monthly newsletters in “Nouveautés”. While the original concept of the photo blog will remain intact (Paris-related photos, with captions), I might start to include more commentary, perhaps book reviews, restaurant recommendations etc. We'll see.
Wishing all a splendid weekend as we prepare for a four-week (maybe longer, depending how it goes) couvre-feu that begins tonight in Paris, and other cities, between 9 p.m. and 6 a.m. (specifics in French here).
Stay well. Stay safe. Get a dog (dog walking allowed!). - BPJ
