paris

To breathe Paris is to preserve one's soul.

You'd think the sight of beautiful Place Vendôme would lift my spirits but oddly the arc of jewellery - so obviously beyond the means of a jobless person like me - only depresses me more. I plod on feeling confused, guilty even, that I should feel unhappy in a place that looks like paradise.

Eiffel Tower" To Robert DelaunayEiffel Tower Guitar of the skyYour wireless telegraphy Attracts words As a rosebush the beesDuring the night The Seine no longer flowsTelescope or bugleEIFFEL TOWERAnd it's a hive of words Or an inkwell of honeyAt the bottom of dawn A spider with barbed-wire legs Was making its web of cloudsMy little boy To climb the Eiffel Tower You climb on a songDo re mi fa sol la ti do We are up on top A bird sings in the telegraph antennae It's the wind Of Europe The electric windOver there The hats fly away They have wings but they don't singJacqueline Daughter of France What do you see up thereThe Seine is asleep Under the shadow of its bridgesI see the Earth turning And I blow my bugleToward all the seasOn the path Of your perfume All the bees and the words go their wayOn the four horizons Who has not heard this song I AM THE QUEEN OF THE DAWN OF THE POLES I AM THE COMPASS THE ROSE OF THE WINDS THAT FADESEVERY FALLAND ALL FULL OF SNOW I DIE FROM THE DEATH OF THAT ROSE IN MY HEAD A BIRD SINGS ALL YEAR LONGThat's the way the Tower spoke to me one dayEiffel Tower Aviary of the world Sing SingChimes of ParisThe giant hanging in the midst of the void Is the poster of FranceThe day of Victory You will tell it to the stars

If the king had given me for my ownParis, his citadel,And I for that must leave aloneHer whom I love so well,I'd say then to the CrownTake back your glittering townMy darling is more fair, I swear.My darling is more fair.

It__ splendid how much at home we feel at Pignol__. A tacit complicity at every moment prevails among the regulars here. A process of self-selection operates: starving crooks, thirsty whores, witless grasses working for low-grade cops, middle- class types a bit too willing to conform (leaving aside the pound of black-market meat and the camembert without ration tickets) - all feel too ill at ease here. They__e only got to stay away. Along with anyone else who doesn__ meet the requirements of this establishment: first and foremost, to keep your trap shut. The war? Past history. The Krauts? Don__ know any. Russia? Change at Reaumur. The police? There was a time when they were needed for directing the traffic. At Pignol__, silence constitutes the most important, most difficult and lengthiest induction ordeal.After that, it__ a matter of imponderables. It works according to the rule of three: the people who don__ get along with the people that I get along with are people I can__ get along with. Syllogisms, of course. Now clear out!

I know so much is going to happen here, but I just don't know how. It feels like Paris is full of so many adventures just waiting to be had.

But are you not fond of me?" Paris looked up, his eyes full of reproach."Fond of you? Myrina you are my queen. I want you more than I want life itself.

Fortunately the City is vigilant. It too has its secret weapons. Since the summer it has released safety valves that form part of a wonderful mechanism, known only to itself. For the past three months we__e noticed the most heartening appearance all over the place of eccentrics, more or less raving lunatics, cranks, and reinvigorating crackpots.

A beautiful white silk scarf was around her neck, tucked below the fur collar. Her lips were well painted into a bright red cupid__ bow. Cute as hell I always told myself, with a tinge of regret. She had a steady girlfriend.

In Paris, everything's for sale: wise virgins, foolish virgins, truth and lies, tears and smiles.

Oh ParisFrom red to green all the yellow dies awayParis Vancouver Hyeres Maintenon New York and the AntillesThe window opens like an orangeThe beautiful fruit of light("Windows")

I__e always had a thing for men with large hadron colliders.

He was a Parisian,_ he said. __ou can never be sure what Parisians believe in _ beyond Paris of course.

In Rome the statues, in Paris the paintings, and in Prague the buildings suggest that pleasure can be an education.

Their wedding night was at a little hotel in Paris. There were walk up steps and a lovely view. And all was well for these two.

My Illusionist, will you take me into a world filled with timeless magic?

It's pronounced wee but spelled O-U-I. It's all you'll want to say when you're sitting at one of the thousands of little cafes that line the streets and you're looking at a menu full of foods you just want to eat for days. And then you wake up early, and the sun is rising in shades of pink over the white buildings as you make your way through the sleepy streets until you're upon the fresh markets!

There's a simplicity and a sense of adventure to being alone, and I sometimes envy you for having it, as you explore Paris. Even when you're getting your heart broken, you can still wake up and not know what's going to happen next.