Views from a bridge – winter light, low light
I love love love to stroll around certain areas of Paris on a Sunday.
When the city hasn’t completely recovered from the night before, when the inhabitants are waking up late morning to their café and petit-dejeuner, sleepy eyed, breaking the rythm of their sometimes frantic pulsing week of work and myriads of different adventures.
So, I have already showed you my views of Paris rooftops part 1 and part 2 (it’s a work in progress, more to come), but I just wanted to share a few shots of a walk I was on last week, near l’Ile de la Cité from the boulevard du Palais. I adore the architecture of the Gothic Conciergerie. But it intimedates me a little. To think that kings and queens lived here until the French Revolution, when hundreds of poor souls were emprisoned awaiting their turn to the Bastille. Shivers up my back. But now it stares sternly but protectively over the Seine and Paris.
And the LIGHT. Isn’t this crisp winter light stunning?
Winter light. Low light.
It is brief but comes to warm up the colder times. It lights up everything around us in golden hazy shades.
Low light is attentive light, it comes down close, as if to kiss our cold skins and say “winter is passing, spring soon will bloom”.
Bisous, Fiona xoxoxo