. La Tour d’Eiffel
I have seen a view of life and history from the realm of those with wings
standing atop a spire of iron
reaching into the heavens.
In the light of day, its presence defines and identifies the jewel of Europe.
At night, its lights transform and ignites love in the hearts of
young and old.
Sadly in the midst of its grandeur, the pleasure can be lost in the twisting, crowded lines of tourists and
seekers trapped, pushing and shoving, snapping “selfies” in a pursuit of what can only be found by giving
away and turning loose.
[In September, David and I returned to Paris for a week of vacation. For this particular trip, we agreed to see Paris in a new way. As the English novelist, Lawrence Durrell said, one must “travel with the eyes of the spirit wide open, sit quietly and observe and smell and listen for the spirit of the place which is the most important determinant in culture…one should tune in, idly, but with real inward attention”. Therefore, in the style of Hemingway’s vignettes (1922 Paris), we have shared our reflections and “quiet, inward” observations of this enigmatic city. ]
My French Quest 