Paris: City of Light

I once wrote a poem that begins, “I walk in Paris in my mind / Never knowing what I’ll find…” It goes on to explain the juxtaposition of images, from light shining through the stained glass windows of St. Severin onto the rectangular stones of the floor, the incandescence of the Eiffel Tower at night, the moving steps in the metro tunnels, the symphonic surprise of a patisserie window…. Paris speaks from felt and visible Roman Lutetia to the present palpability of Paris today. Paris is in the heart of the artist as the artist is also in the heart of Paris.

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