Why do they call Paris the "City of Light?" All cities have light. And dark, for that matter.
Another look at the neon signs and people on a 5eme Arondissement street at midnight.
I have a theory. I believe that we may shut down our perceiving faculties in the face of too much beauty. Paris is unrelentingly beautiful. It's only when the light changes that we actually see, provoked by surprise. The city reveals itself, particularly.
Apparently the real answer is that Paris was the first place to adopt street lighting. Well. So they say.
Sunday morning I was intent on showing my friend the Sainte Chapelle. We walked over a bridge. The sun came out.
We walked up into the 2eme etage.
And out, past sandwich carts, and Notre Dame. Some clouds passed by.
Back in Belgium, I think my suitcase was a little sad. The light is a little more routine, in Belgium. Good thing they have red trains.
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