Ok, so I’m back in Paris, but my mind is still Stateside. I’m trying to hang onto the creative inspiration of the writing residency as long as possible.
And New York? What can I say about New York? That city simply pulses with energy. All these years later and it still feels like the place where all is possible to me. Without even trying I seem to end up in amazing adventures. Why do I feel so open and free there?
You want more Paris, though? Well, let me tell you, there was a whole lotta French going on in the Big Apple. Not just all the French I actually heard (and I did!), but tons of cafes and patisseries, too. Here are a few shots of NYC’s nod to France. And then just some gratuitous pics of the city that have nothing to do with France…just because I like ‘em.
Endless nutella…Crepe Stand on top of the Standard Hotel
…and obligatory rooftop shot to prove I was there
Cafe Gitane in the Jane Hotel
More French-inspired finds
A random NYC tale
“A dramatic evening of opera outside at Brooklyn Bridge Park”
-a storm rolls in
-rain, thunder, lightning as singers reach their operatic crescendo
-then the sky clears and we assess damage (clothes, blanket, everything wet).
But look! A rainbow!
Extending across the whole sky. And over the Watchtower! (Whoa! Creepy!)
-Then the (nearly) full moon appears during daylight
Yes, a dramatic performance by Mother Nature (oh yeah, and the Metropolitan Opera, too!)
More random NYC love
Outdoor Reading Room in Bryant Park
Take notes, Paris?
New York Public Library
Men taking a break
This completely freaks me out, but worth a photo, I thought
Ok, back to more beauty
Bye-bye, NYC. Until next time.