After all, Paris belongs to all of us. And she is more than a city that resides in France--she is a place we hold dear in our own hearts. Whether we come from Kansas or Cancun, Tokyo or Tuscany, we have joined together with sadness yes--but also with bright and hopeful hearts.
And yes, there is always hope.
Spring will come and we will once again find beauty and delight in Paris.
This is how we push against the darkness--through light, and through laughter.
We rebuild confidence through simple pleasures and ordinary moments--
Picnics along the Seine.
An afternoon at the cafe on the Boulevard St. Germain.
Lifting a glass of champagne at Cafe Ruc on Rue Saint-Honoré.
A stroll through the Tuileries.
Buying a new scarf at Printemps.
A visit to the Eiffel Tower.
Paris will always be Paris because her beauty can never be diminished.
Through the tumult of the centuries, she has remained strong and dignified--shoulders back,
and her head held up high--oh, and with perfect posture, bien sur.
This after all, is Paris, City of Light. City of Hope.
Dear mes amies--stay strong and keep dreaming.
With love,
Jamie
Beautifully said, dear Jamie....
ReplyDeleteWishes for love and peace....
~ Irina