Gorgeous.
And, it turned out to be a park dedicated to poets, all poets, which justified my love even further.
To get lost in Paris isn't to lose oneself at all, but to do quite exactly the opposite.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Walk 21: Get Lost! The Anti-Walk
I can't count the number of times that I got lost in Paris, but, if it comes to choosing one of them to document, it will have to be the trip to Roland Garros (site of the French Tennis Open) that ended in Courtney and I finding a fantastic park and staging an impromptu photo shoot among all of the new spring blossoms.
Gorgeous.
And, it turned out to be a park dedicated to poets, all poets, which justified my love even further.
To get lost in Paris isn't to lose oneself at all, but to do quite exactly the opposite.
Gorgeous.
And, it turned out to be a park dedicated to poets, all poets, which justified my love even further.
To get lost in Paris isn't to lose oneself at all, but to do quite exactly the opposite.
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