WEEKEND INSPIRATION #4

“Every cloud has a silver lining.”

Poletni Pariz - Summery Paris

Poletje se v Parizu ne zdi več poletno. Ko končno posije malo sonca, je občutek podoben temu, ko se po dolgi zimi malo otopli in se pokaže pomladno sonce. Za avgust bi si vseeno želela vročega vremena. Vseeno pa nas potem vsake toliko presenetijo čudoviti večeri. Še vedno hladni, ampak z res zanimivo igro svetlobe, barv in odtenkov. Ko se na tak večer odpravljam iz službe, se mi zdi res odlična ideja, da se počasi sprehodim do doma namesto vožnje z metrojem, na poti pa se ustavim v Jardin des Tuileries.

Summer in Paris doesn't seem very summerish anymore. When there is finally some sun, the feeling is similar to the one after a long winter, when the spring sun shines again. Nevertheless, sometimes we get a little surprise in the form of beautiful evenings. They are still cold, but what is impressive is an incredible game of light, colours and shades. When I leave my work on such a beautiful evening, I walk home instead of taking the metro, and I stop for a while in Jardin des Tuileries.

Preden nadaljujem po Rue du bac na levem bregu Sene, prečkam Pont Royal, kjer se za trenutek ustavim. Musée d'Orsay, Eifflov stolp, Grand Palais, Louvre... in sončni zahod. Srečna sem.

Before I continue on Rue du bac on the left bank of Seine, I cross Pont Royal, where I stop for a moment. Musée d'Orsay, Eiffel Tower, Grand Palais, Louvre… and the sunset. I am happy.

Srečna nisem samo takrat, ko je lep zahod, hehe. Dva tedna nazaj sem začela svojo serijo #100happyDays. Všeč mi je. Poglej si tule: Mojih 100 srečnih dni.

I am not happy only when there is a nice sunset, hehe. Two weeks ago I started my series of #100happyDays. I like it. Have a look here: My 100 Happy Days.

WEEKEND INSPIRATION #3

“Tout va bien.”

* All is well.

WEEKEND INSPIRATION #2

“Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.” (Confucius)

WEEKEND INSPIRATION #1

“Children see magic because they look for it.” (C. Moore)

Seagulls in Paris - Galebi v Parizu

Despite the summer time, I don't really have holidays. Well, I had a month off in May, which is not too bad, right, but I have been working since June. And to be honest, I don't complain. I still have evenings and weekends to enjoy, and in August, I will have some longer weekends for shorter trips.

I miss the sea though. The Paris Beach has just opened last week along the Seine, but despite the sand and the palm trees it is not the same. I miss the smell of the salt and the infinite view of the sea. Strangely enough for some people, I am excited about the presence of seagulls in Paris. When I heard them for the same time, I thought I was dreaming. Seagulls in Paris?? An old lady later on told me that they sometimes follow the ships on the Seine and finally stay in Paris given that there is a lot of food they can find. Apparently they are very urban seagulls, I hear :D I probably wouldn't be able to distinguish between the sea and the urban seagull, but I simply adore the sound they are making when they fly above the rooftops of parisian houses. It almost makes me feel like I am somewhere at the seaside too.

Ne glede na poletni čas sama nimam počitnic. No, imela sem počitniški maj, kar tudi ni slabo, ampak od junija naprej delam. In iskreno rečeno se ne pritožujem. Še vedno mi ostane čas za poletno uživanje v večerih in med vikendi, v avgustu bom imela pa še par daljših vikendov za krajše izlete.

Pogrešam pa morje. Pariška plaža se je odprla prejšnji teden vzdolž Sene, ampak kljub pesku in palmam ni isto. Pogrešam vonj soli in pogled na neskončno morje. Nekaterim se zdi izredno čudno, ampak jaz sem navdušena nad galebi v Parizu. Ko sem jih prvič slišala, se mi je zdelo, da sanjam. Galebi v Parizu?? Starejša gospa mi je enkrat kasneje povedala, da galebi včasih sledijo ladjam, ki plujejo po Seni, vse do Pariza, potem pa kar ostanejo v Parizu, saj tu očitno najdejo dovolj hrane. Pravijo, da so ti galebi precej meščanski, hehe. Sam najbrž ne bi razločila morskih in meščanskih galebov, ampak jaz enostavno obožujem zvok, ki ga slišim, ko preletavajo pariške strehe. Skoraj se mi zazdi, da sem tudi sama nekje na obali.