Paris for a day - photo blog

Albert needed to go to work in Paris for his work , so I "joined " more like i have made him take me ... Smiling . So , train ride from amsterdam for over night stay .
Sometimes , one day is such a sweet time to visit friends . Smell feel Paris and just enjoy the city of lights .
Loved our time . Feeling lucky I have this kaleidoscope of friends all over the world .
" Cities are like fruit to me . Paris is wild berries -pick as much as you like . None are the same shape, taste or sweet level, in facts some are really sour" ! Nava writz

“The English language is like London: proudly barbaric yet deeply civilised, too, common yet royal, vulgar yet processional, sacred yet profane. Each sentence we produce, whether we know it or not, is a mongrel mouthful of Chaucerian, Shakespearean, Miltonic, Johnsonian, Dickensian and American. Military, naval, legal, corporate, criminal, jazz, rap and ghetto discourses are mingled at every turn. The French language, like Paris, has attempted, through its Academy, to retain its purity, to fight the advancing tides of Franglais and international prefabrication. English, by comparison, is a shameless whore.”
― Stephen Fry, The Ode Less Travelled: Unlocking the Poet Within