Paris really is this cool

A Paris post is long overdue. The main reason it hasn't happened is because the subject is just overwhelming. I can't do it justice in an hour or two. So we'll just have to accept this as a work in progress to be added to over a few weeks.

Paris is a difficult topic. It has been greatly over-romanticized, and there has therefore also been a horrible whiner backlash by those expecting some kind of garlic-scented Disney themepark.

(to be continued - I'm being called to bed by the girl in the picture. Would you say no?...)
(22 May update, weeks later... I will still get to it....)

heart of stone

Even though it isn't true anymore, one day I will publish a book of photographs of sculpture entitled "I only love women with hearts of stone".

I met la Jeune Tarentine in 2003 and was entranced as long as I could stay with her. Even with the evidence of chisel marks on the plinth and her slightly stylised facial features, it was hard to believe she was not about to take a breath and roll over languidly. She may be 99 years older than me, but she will stay heart-achingly lovely long after I am dust and and can no longer remember her.