Art is not just something that artists do in Paris; artistic expression is part of everyday life. The way a woman ties her scarf or smokes a cigarette. A man's tasseled shoes or the way his hair falls back over his forehead.
The tiniest of details becomes supremely important and while this drives me crazy in the United States, for some reason I love it about Paris. It makes me feel whole and alive and at One with everything.
It is, I believe, what unites the French as a people. Their commitment to art, to beauty, to the details of life. United They Art.
This statue of Louis XIII can be found at Place des Vosges, the oldest square in Paris. Originally called Place Royale, the square was officially inaugurated in 1612. In 1639 an equestrian
statue of King Louis XIII was erected at the center of the
square. It was destroyed during the French Revolution and this new statue of King Louis XIII was installed in
The "new" version of this statue is almost two thousand years old. Gotta love Paris!
I am actually not sure what is going on in this statue. There was no sign, no explanation, just three figures inside a gate, outside a church. They remind me of Seattle's "Hammering Man" and that makes me think perhaps they are union workers, rallying for change, demanding their rights. What do you think?
I took this shot from across the street. I looked up and saw what looked like a party on this tiny balcony. I love the idea that there is always fun happening outside this window. I imagine that the person who lives here does too.
One of my favorite things about La Défense is how it combines the modern and the whimsical. In addition to skyscrapers and modern architecture (remember this?), it is also home to trees and other plant life that look like they belong in Whoville. It's the perfect spot to spend your lunch hour reading a book as this lucky Parisian is.