The truth is that New York is in the throes of creation. With infinite travail it is taking on a body adequate to its needs, — a feat Paris long ago accomplished. The operation necessarily involves disagreeable surprises, and the immediate result, viewed in its entirety, is, it must be confessed, much more grotesque than impressive. An orchestral performance in which each and every performer played a different tune could hardly be less prepossessing.
Items from The Atlantic are appearing more often here on the ‘ol blog. My reading goes through epochs as I discover things that interest me and begin following them via RSS.
However, I landed on this article after a few clicks from another place, and that’s odd. Generally, the things I read do not contain links to other interesting-to-me things. That sounds backwards, perhaps? You see, if I find a place that has something interesting, I follow it in some form or another. So usually, any interesting links I find, point to things I already have seen—or if they’re very fresh, I’m already about to stumble upon shortly. I’m not sure that itself is interesting to report, but there it is.
Looking across the Pont des Arts (the famous bridges where lovers lock padlocks and toss the keys into theSeine) towards the Institut de France. An astounding feat of snap-photography from a moving bus with a tiny phone camera!
This one’s for Jesse (who’s currently on an expidition sharing Parkour in South Africa) who asked for more photos. This is a shot of the Seine near dawn as we were walking to Notre Dame (in Paris, in case that’s not obvious.)