THE WONDERFUL SIGHTS OF PARIS
Worn cobblestone paths, ivy clad walls, meticulously-detailed carvings, grand doorways to the hidden passage beyond. Today I travelled by vesper to experience it all. Paris had so much to show me and it was dripping with the design, culture and sheer beauty of what I was seeking to find. She did not disappoint. As I looked into the past I marveled at their ancestors foresight and was in awe of the sheer brilliance of the Parisians and what they has forged to create.
Today wasn’t about standing in queues to see the “BIG ATTRACTIONS”, it was about feeling the soul of Paris and whizzing around on the back of a Vesper…wind in my hair and eyes wide open to the feel of the city.
It’s the attention to detail that continually strikes me. The Parisians seem to go that extra mile to ensure that the senses are awakened and that beauty is at the forefront of all that they do. It is not lost on me. I soak it in. I look closely. I admire.
My guide Jean-Sebastian guides me through the streets to admire the grand scale of the old buildings, churches and monuments. I ask him to show me who it’s people are…it’s craftsmen and artisans. We head down a worn cobblestone Passage where we find the famous artist Thierry Bruet at work at his easel, sitting tall as he add strokes the canvas with his genius hand. He’s been a painter and sculptor for more than 30 years, specialising in portraits of well known figures and decorative monumental works. He is generous with his time considering I am a foreign stranger who wanders in off the streets and he is working on paintings for prestigious and luxury places that grace some of the finest hotels in places like Cairo, Monacco, Florence, London and New York.
Close by I can smell the wood being carved and turned as we seek out the remaining furniture makers. Like most places, the art of fine furniture making has been turned on it’s head as less-expensive imports take their place. I don’t want to see craftsmanship die. It saddens me that the art of individual artistry is getting lost in our big world, but feel equally delighted as some clasp to the trade.
Inspired and delighted I finish the day with a glass of red wine and local cheese. I watch as people wander by, laughing, chatting and going about their daily lives. I am delighted. I am happy. I loved Paris today.
Until next time,
Love your home and those within it,