Wednesday, May 23, 2012
i think my life has always had a bit of Parisian flair to it.there's nothing better than cafes, old brick buildings, french bread, cheese and a nice glass of wine. oh, and how could i forget the famous moulin rouge. the music, the sights and sounds of old Paris and maybe Ewan McGregor had something to do with my obsession. more recently, i fell in love with a little movie called midnight in paris and it further confirmed why i am so drawn to old Paris.
have you ever thought about how everything sounds more beautiful in french? mon petit chou translates to my little cabbage. the french version sounds positively gorgeous, even if someone is talking about a common vegetable.
pictured above is my bed adorned with these very french looking portraits. these are old prints i put together nearly ten years ago when i lived in the south and still they live on. one is of a beautiful woman hanging so carefree off the eiffel tower. oh no big deal. at any moment, her foot could slip and she plummets to her untimely death-all for the sake of a photo. another is of a couple looking at each other, madly in love. she with a cigarette and he with his cafe au lait. mirrors show how he is looking at her with such an intense love and holding her. (sigh)
i sometimes look at that photo of the couple in the booth and wonder, does my future hold intense, french love moments? Someone who could share a booth with me on (gasp) the same side and not care what one person thought? The world stops and all that matters is in his eyes. Now that's amore! oh, someday...
well, i bid you adieu with none other than La Vie En Rose...
Hold me close and hold me fast
The magic spell you cast
This is la vie en rose.
When you kiss me heaven sighs
And though I close my eyes
I see la vie en rose.
When you press me to your heart
I'm in a world apart
A world where roses bloom.