Evening in Paris

OK, this dates me. When I was growing up, "Evening in Paris" was a perfume that came in dark blue curvy bottles. You could buy it in the dime store, and no one you knew wore it (or admitted they did!)

There IS something blue about evening in Paris - the real thing. Tonight I walked a long way - from the Rue de Grenelle, in the 7th (where I attended the monthly service of the UUFP - the Unitarian Universalist Fellowship of Paris) to the Opera, where I took the Metro back to the 17th.

And it was blue - the "blue hour" of song and story. (There used to be a perfume for that, too - l'Heure Bleu, a heavy, heady 20s scent. No one I ever knew wore it, either.)

Here's what I mean:





Picture is from the Pont des Arts. In the Tuileries, I had to take at least one more picture of that Ferris wheel, and a carousel.






Later, my way led through the Place Vendôme, with its elaborate Christmas lights.


In the days when "Evening in Paris" seemed glamorous and faintly wicked to me, I never imagined that I would see the real thing.



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