Paris was everything you've ever hear about if you haven't yet seen it for yourself. It was truly the country of romance and art. With history bursting at the seams, and the smells of fresh bread and coffee on every corner, who wouldn’t be happy in Paris! It was breathtaking each and every morning, and more so every night. Paris is a place that begs you to come back soon when you say your hurried goodbyes. I dream of going back and staying for a month or two. I am not really a landscape artist, but I would love to paint the people! Ah, the people. I will tell you that any stories that you might have heard questioning their kindness, or their hospitality, toward Americans can be put to rest. We were treated like family at every place we went. With so much to see; my feet would beg me to stop and rest, but there were only so many hours in our short week to see this magnificent city!
There are so many great memories about that trip! I especially enjoyed one night, as my son and I looked out over our balcony window; the rain was hitting the leaves on the tree that grew against the hotel wall, bringing in such a peaceful sound and earthy aroma. We were looking out through the rain, watching the colored lights change on the Eiffel Tower when I happened to look down and catch glimpses of the ladies rushing from their evening shopping. The street lamps threw out their beacons of light, ushering them home to prepare their evening meal.
8x16 acrylics and oils -SOLD!
