|Amada Cafe St. Lazare, Paris|
|the pit Paris, Fr.|
|La Residence Normandie, Connelle, FR-MFrazier|
|first French dinner in Connelle AlvardoFrazier|
|our perfect writing spot Connelles, Fr. AlvaradoFrazier|
Ah, to take time to explore around our new surroundings to walk over across the unassuming bridge, over the deep dark waters of the Seine, traveling beneath us. Mona and I stopping just long enough to take pictures. Our only neighbor the restaurant next door that looks like a castle with pink geranium boxes.
Turning on all of our senses… sitting down to let the beauty and serenity reach way down- soul deep. Stopping to sit on a bench which seems to be placed here just for us, a perfect place to be the writers we are and live the writing life we’ve chosen or has chosen us. Oh, this place, this day, is the perfect beginning to our writing retreat. Amada Irma Perez.
Buzzing bees, curious flies, soft coos of mourning doves. Birds twitter in Morse code, two visitors approach. Dancing iridescent blue dragonflies chase one another over the deep green of the Seine. A bevy of geese glide over the glassy surface. White butterflies flit over fuchsia sweet peas.
Mulberry trees, Willows, Blue Spruce sway in the cool breeze, signaling the nose to take a deep breath.
|sunset over Seine Connelles, FR AlvaradoFrazier|
Who sat on this wooden bench before me? Did they photograph their moments in their mind. MAlvaradoFrazier
What do you see?