#pariswithyou

[justafterawintermorning]

Gambettes d'un dimanche soir.

Gambettes d'un retour de weekend, aux multiples facettes.

[justafterawintermorning]

Profiter jusqu'au bout de ce #weekendàdeux Rentrer à l'heure ou le soleil se couche. Faire un léger détour et s'arrêter afin d'immortaliser ce sublime ciel enflammé.

M'amuser de ces photos complémentaires, de ce regard différent posé sur un même sujet.

[sophieroseinparis]

Found James Fenton

In Paris With You

Don't talk to me of love. I've had an earful And I get tearful when I've downed a drink or two. I'm one of your talking wounded. I'm a hostage. I'm maroonded. But I'm in Paris with you. Yes I'm angry at the way I've been bamboozled And resentful at the mess I've been through. I admit I'm on the rebound And I don't care where are we bound. I'm in Paris with you. Do you mind if we do not go to the Louvre If we say sod off to sodding Notre Dame,  If we skip the Champs Elysées And remain here in this sleazy Old hotel room Doing this and that To what and whom Learning who you are,  Learning what I am. Don't talk to me of love. Let's talk of Paris,  The little bit of Paris in our view. There's that crack across the ceiling And the hotel walls are peeling And I'm in Paris with you. Don't talk to me of love. Let's talk of Paris. I'm in Paris with the slightest thing you do. I'm in Paris with your eyes, your mouth,  I'm in Paris with... all points south. Am I embarrassing you?  I'm in Paris with you. 

-James Fenton