I am drawn to Paris, it calls me with a mysterious song that I want to learn the melody to.
Paris never a city I thought to see, but after two visits to France - bypassing Paris - I feel I have missed something vital.
The perceived romance of Paris captivates me.
Lovers strolling hand in hand. Gardens, flowers, art. The romantic patina of Paris - layers of history and years, stories told and untold.
Cafes to visit, to sit and linger over a coffee or later in the evening a glass or two of wine. Long, slow conversations about everything and nothing.
Photography & prose by Terry Rowe.
Your visit & comments are appreciated.
You can see my art work or photographs at
www.terryrowe.photography. Any photographs in my blog are also available for