“Don’t make my blue eyes brown…” Or is it the other way round? Latin Quarter. 2018.
A Dino Fiat at the flea market in Saint-Ouen. (See Midnight in Paris). This little red thang was built in 1969. A thousand units. It really is a Ferrari disguised as a Fiat. Engine by Dino Ferrari, son of Enzo, hence the name. “Carrosserie” by Bertone. A beauty.
Where is the double-six? Montmartre. 2018.
Life is beautiful. (Glad you told me). Flea market, Saint-Ouen.
Art Déco. 15th arrondissement.
Jean-Paul Sartre reading…
… Don Quixote de la Mancha. (Detail)
Full view. Le Marais. (I haven’t the faintest about the title of this work…)
Rue du petit-musc, le Marais. That street is reported as early as 1358. My great-great-etc. Uncle, Charles Onraët died in this street, age 20, in 1858. He was a student at the Lycée Charlemagne, across the river. Though the family had been established in India since the 18th century, they apparently still sent their children in Europe to study.
Butte-aux-cailles, 2018. My friend Jenny took the very same picture a while back. Funny how some of us walk the exact same steps. Visit her great site at:
Detail of the above. A hint of Klimt, maybe?
Miró, at la Défense, the Business area west of Paris. (There is a red Calder mobile to the left)
“Who you gonna call?”
Let the children fly. Butte-aux-cailles.
I dream of Arkham. (A major city of Lovecraft’s works. Look closely. Right brow). This particular artist was very present this summer in Paris. More to come.
The First Consul crossing the Alps at the Grand Saint-Bernard. By Jacques-Louis David, c.1800. Castle of la Malmaison. Detail. I don’t know the horse’s name.
The Goddess Athena in front of the French Senate, at the Palais du Luxembourg. Athena was the Goddess of Wisdom. Despite the current shortage, may Wisdom prevail.
Thank you for flying Equinoxio on this longer than usual trip to Paris. (I normally limit those posts to 15 images, but selection can be difficult). Have a great week.