Thursday, March 18, 2010


It was a cold, rainy two months in Paris. No matter what the weather, however, Paris is a hard place to leave.

The sunshine of Tuscany will soon chase away the grey clouds, but, as always, we left Paris with nostalgia in our hearts. 

The French poet Paul Verlaine captures the sentiment in his poem, Il pleure dans mon coeur, which first appeared in 1874 in the anthology Romances sans Paroles. The photos of Paris are mine. They were taken through the windows of the Musée des Arts Décoratifs on a day very much like the one that inspired Verlaine to write:

  Il pleure dans mon coeur
  Comme il pleut sur la ville;
  Quelle est cette langueur
  Qui pénètre mon coeur? 

It rains in my heart
Like it rains on the town;
What is this languor
That penetrates my heart?

For an audio reading of the poem, click here.
To see the complete set of photos, click here.


                                   A bientôt,


Photos by Geraldine Calisti Kaylor


  1. What a wonderful series of photos through windows, Geraldine! These are great. Paris is really such a beautiful city. Are you heading to Tuscany next, then? Lucky lady! Bon voyage.



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