"All imagination to be sure, I was already on my way, things may have passed quite differently, but who cares how things pass, provided they pass. All those lips that had kissed me, those hearts that had loved me (it is with the heart one loves, is it not, or am I confusing it with something else?), those hands that had played with mine and those minds that had almost made their own of me! Humans are truly strange."― Samuel Beckett, First Love
It is so hard for me to choose pictures, or even words that convey everything that Paris means to me. The sense of love, magic, and wonder. The charming streets, rustic neighbourhoods, romantic walks, history, architecture, and luxury treats. Paris is an experience. So I've chosen a photo that conveys #nostalgia. Visited May 2010 and July 2011.
This is Uncle Joe. He plays violin. Back/middle of the 2nds in orchestra. Fiddles a lot, so he's a bit rough around the edges with the strict classical stuff. Maybe a bit gruff around the outside but he's got a warm heart, especially for kiddos.