Like the Last Note of a Love Song


Today is my last day in Paris, a fact that sends more emotions through my body than I am equipped to process. Despite devoting my life to language, this is one of the moments when words completely fail me; I have no idea what to say. Instead, I picked up my camera and did the same thing I did when I arrived: I went for a walk through my neighborhood. Here, presented without commentary because I have none to provide, is what I saw.

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“There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were or how it was changed or with what difficulties, or ease, it could be reached. Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it. But this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy.” – E. Hemingway



  1. Hey Alyx. I love the picture of the tree-lined street. And that very first picture with the French flag makes me think of the newest version of “Les Miserables”, after the rebellion when they break into the reprise of “When Tomorrow Comes”. ❤

    I'm just super-glad you were able to enjoy yourself in Paris. If anything, it's left you with a lot of great memories to share with friends/family for a lifetime. 😀

  2. 😦 I was HEARTBROKEN when I left England but, it really does get better. You will always remember Paris and miss it but, at least for me, I learned to just focus on being happy that I got to go at all instead of being sad I am not there anymore.

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