Paris: Princess Diana

This is a replica of the flame from the Statue of Liberty but has become the place to pay homage to Princess Diana. It is near the road where she was in the fatal accident. People come and place flowers here. I took this photo on a cold and snowy day in December. I'm posting it because on my Kissimmee Daily Photo Blog I have a post about a temporary museum dedicated to her.

More Paris Nights
City Daily Photo does Theme Day on the first of the month and the theme for August is "Night". This isn't a CDP blog but my other one is and it's a good excuse to post more of my photos from Paris. These were taken in December around Christmas so the lights were rather festive.


The beautiful Grand Opera House surrounded by traffic.

Magazine kiosk and the metro in front of the Comédie Francaise.


The Hotel Ritz, 15 place Vendôme, 1st.

To view "Night" posts from City Daily Photo Bloggers from all over the world:Click here to view thumbnails for all participants

A Preview of Paris by Lonely Planet

Sweet and short quick guide to Paris. This trip I will take the boat ride on the Seine and sit outside at more cafes. Don't think I'll do the Friday nights city on line skating. The last time I got on skates, my knees paid the price.
I did not find the parisians to be either distant or rude. The ones I met were delightful and friendly.

Paris:Doors



I'm homesick for Paris so felt the need to post more photos from my trip. Visually doors and windows are interesting to me so I photographed quite a few of them and my Paris friend, Peter, taught me to check out the little alleys, side streets, and to peek into open doors to find some delightful visual surprises. The first photo was the entrance to a hair salon and it was tucked into a little alleyway.
The other two are doors I liked.

Paris Window Displays



Looking at the window displays in Paris was a favorite pastime for me. Perhaps if I lived near New York City or another large metropolitan area, I wouldn't have been as awestruck as I was but they were brilliant. I have dozens of photos of them and will post more of them every few days.

To Flock or not to Flock? Is that the question?

Eric's Paris Daily Photo posted a photo of a forlorn little bright orange flocked Christmas tree being sent off to be disposed of. Most of the comments on this post were not complementary to the poor little tree.

When I was there the little flocked trees were everywhere and in every color. I had never seen trees like these and I'm still not sure how I feel about them. But here are a few photos I took. The last one may well be the tree that Eric saw being disposed of. It was at the Cafe next to the Comedie Francais.

Temptation!


Yummy


Tempting



Somehow I spent 20 days in Paris and did not eat any of these luscious pastries. I kept telling myself to wait until the last days so I could savor just one of them. Time flew and the last day passed and I never did get to eat one. Now I really have to schedule another trip.

Confession: I did have some macaroons from a booth in the Latin Quarter and a citron crepe on the Eiffel Tower so it wasn't total denial.

I wrote about this on January 3rd from Paris and here is a bit more information about the church and the monastery.

We were fortunate to walk into this church on the night of January 3rd and were happily surprised to find a mass in honour of Ste Geneviève, patroness of Paris, in progress.

There were the nuns in blue with white wool hooded capes and monks in black with the white capes and they were singing and reading from their missals. The church was St-Gervais-et-St-Protais.

My friend Peter, whose Paris Photo blog sweeps you to parts of Paris usually not seen by the average tourist, researched and found that they are a part of the
Monastic Jerusalem Communities, a project offering a new form of monastic life in the heart of the city.

The lovely voices singing a cappella followed by dramatic organ music was something I think I'll always remember. It was beautiful to hear and to watch. I'm not religious but the muusic touched my soul.

The singing nuns:


The beautiful church at night.