Not far from where I took yesterday's photo, there is a little passage called la Galerie Royale - off la rue Royale - that I never knew of and that I discovered while wandering in the neighborhood. It's a place I recommend if you're near rue Royale (where the famous macaron maker Ladurée is located!) and should you want to have a drink on a quiet terrace. The buildings are really beautiful (as you can see in the photo) and the passage has kept its original flavour (the rue Royale was built in 1758). PS: if you are in New York and want to meet me next week, please check this forum entry.
Such a gorgeous photo! I'll look forward to checking out this little street next time. Thanks Eric. Have fun in NYC!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Heather that this is a beautiful photo! Great perspective; were you lying on the ground? And I like the whispy clouds. (Note to Heather: shouldn't you be working? Ahem.)
ReplyDeleteA drink on the terrace would be lovely, thank you.
ReplyDeleteEric, Sigh.... I'm not holding my breath for the time when you have business in the Deep South, but look forward to hearing about all the fun you have with that wacky group up there in NYC!
ReplyDeleteEric, Sigh.... I'm not holding my breath for the time when you have business in the Deep South, but look forward to hearing about all the fun you have with that wacky group up there in NYC!
ReplyDeleteummm, yes Katie, just taking a little break to put some autumn leaves on the crown. Have a wonderful weekend all!
ReplyDeleteThe low shooting angle and plunging perspective lines of this photo are giving me a combined case of neck-ache and vertigo - which I am loving!
ReplyDeleteAlso, donning my designer's hat (it's been in storage for a while and could do with a good airing), it strikes me that if the building were to be painted trompe l'oeil-style on a stage floor, and the sky projected onto a backdrop, this image could easily be used as the basis for a striking design for a play, opera, or piece of dance.
Or has Robert Wilson already beat me to the idea?
Eric, giggle, if you had shopped the city like I had(when the euro cost me 80cents), you would have discovered it long ago!
ReplyDeletePhew... vertigo! What a fantastic shot though complete with a mackerel sky. Whoa!....I'm swaying...!
ReplyDeleteIs that it at number 7 between Minim's and Daniel Swarovski?
ReplyDeleteAs much as I have been drinking recently this view is nothing out of the ordinary. I expect to be lying here until after dark where I can more readily quote Oscar Wilde: "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." I'm afraid that in my case the only stars I will spy will be those shod in the elegant footwear that will be dimly entering and exiting both my blurred field of vision and the nearby Maxim's. Curses on these wretched economic conditions of late.
As thin as I am with malnutrition I should be able to squeeze down into this opening here. Ah, yes. No need to wait for nightfall for such gloaming. Now where did that Jean Valjean chap wander off to?
I like the fluffy clouds and the way they reflect in the windows of the building.
ReplyDeleteHeather~~~Congratulations GF lady. The crown will look lovely with the beautiful autumn leaves.
Eric -- oh, you know how I love les passages! Especially since I (mis)spent my youth working in the agence de mannequins in the Passage Choiseul.
ReplyDeletetall gary -- you come, you go, you make interesting, enigmatic comments (I am drinking some wine at the moment myself and looking forward to meeting Eric next week!). Seriously, you always crack me up.
Heather -- enjoy the crown!
Forgot to say:
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This is one reason I love Paris. There is always a new place to discover. You could live there your whole life and find something new every day.
ReplyDeleteboubacar blanc -- and that's exactly what Eric does for all of us not fortunate enough to live in Paris (and we love him for it). Merci encore, Eric!
ReplyDeleteOoh -- Gramma Ann I missed the reflections - thank you. And thank you, Eric for the windows in which the sky is reflected!
ReplyDeleteAlexa! What is a boubacar blanc??? I looked it up and couldn't find hide nor hair of the wild boubacar. I suspect that it sleeps by day and stalks the streets at night with its silky mane shining in the moonlit Parisian fog. Umm, right?
This makes me feel like Spider Woman ... climbing your beautiful building.
ReplyDeletexoxo from The Prairie.
I get a crink in my neck looking up and suppose you got one too. It looks like a clean facade to me and the sky is blue with clouds and not a polluted greenish, gray that once upon a time seemed to percolate over cities everywhere in the world. Nice shot, Eric.
ReplyDeleteI am 74 years old -- today is my birthday.
Happy Birthday Abraham! I hope it's a great year for you and you continue taking those beautiful photos for a long time!
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday Abraham! Adore your stories.
ReplyDeleteFirst, Happy Birthday Abraham!!!!
ReplyDeleteNow, thanks for one more tip Eric, it's on my Paris-things-to-see-and-do list!
Guille, nice to see you too. I sent you an email a few days ago.... hope everything's fine!
OOOHHHNOOO 8((( -- Carrie just woke up & she's realizing what happens when she posts when she is too tired. She embarrasses herself internationally and probably makes someone else feel terrible because she doesn't read the names, just the posts.
ReplyDeleteI'm VERY sorry boubacar blanc -- I need to pay much more attention and hope you'll accept my apology for any unintended slight. In my fog, I thought your name was one of the million French phrases of which I don't know the meaning.
Carrie~~~~I thought I missed something, when I read your other comment, remember it doesn't take much to confuse me~~~~
ReplyDeleteCarrie: Don't feel bad, I thought the same thing...and I am NOt tired.. it's what happens when you read fast. Funny!
ReplyDeleteBetter thsn the day I read lice on their head instead of lace.
I can't wait to try a violet or rose macaroon at Laduree (along with some decadent hot chocolate), but will someone tell me what exactly what is in a Laduree macaroon?
ReplyDeleteIt's wonderful that you can live in a city for a long time and continue to discover its treasures. Paris is like that.
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