The Paris Chronicles: A glass half full

The Paris Chronicles: A glass half full

I am on the train, speeding my way to Luxembourg. My stay in Paris is over, at least the physical aspect is. The essence of Paris is likely to linger, coating, colouring the tangents of my thoughts for the next little while. ‘Did you like Paris?’ It’s complicated …

The Paris Chronicles: Meeting Monet, Morisot, and Rodin

The Paris Chronicles: Meeting Monet, Morisot, and Rodin

I have claimed my green chair in front of a fountain in le Jardin des Tuileries. It is nearing the end of the day, sun dropping slowly over my right shoulder, the Arc de triomphe du Carrousel straight ahead, the Louvre an immense presence catching the changing light. Supper is a tart, green apple and dark chocolate covered almonds. The only thing I would change is the water in my thermos for wine.