Three fragments of love

“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.” 
― Ernest HemingwayA Moveable Feast

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La grande roue seen from the other side, the literary side, of the Seine

I was lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a youngish woman, and it has possibly ruined me forever for any other city.

I recall it like an ex-lover, in the soft glow of unfaithful memory where minute details – two crooked front teeth, a mole on the inside of the right ear – are clearly etched but the face, the voice, the reason we broke up, escape me.

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Fontaine Wallace in red at Porte de Versailles. The four caryatids represent kindness, simplicity, charity and sobriety. 

Paris comes to me now in snatches of colour, in a familiar scent that disappears as soon as I notice it, in a wandering tune and most of all, in a taste.

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Artisan dark chocolates laced with passion fruit and ginger, each branded A Night of Love. This is Paris.

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