"I belong to an ancient, idle, wild, and useless tribe... I am a storyteller." - Karen Blixen
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Paris - first chapter
Early evening, the day we arrived. Sitting on one of the built-in half circle benches on the famous Pont Neuf bridge. The dome of the Invalides church and the Eiffel tower can be seen in the distance, as the Pont des Arts, the walking bridge that leads over to the Louvre. A river boat just beneath us.
This bridge is Paris' oldest, and it's name means "The new bridge". Go figure.
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