In 1971 and 1972, I stayed at a little hotel on Rue Dauphine in the 6ème, just a block from the Pont Neuf. It's also my favorite 'pont.' I used it as a therapist of sorts. I'd stand in the middle, staring out at the tiny park at the tip of the Île de la Cité, and sort out a problem. Its serenity in the evenings, the changes of colors as you describe, would give me the answer I was seeking. Thanks for this reminder of what the Pont Neuf meant to me.
One of my secret happy places is the Square du Vert-Galant, the little pocket park at the end of the Île de la Cité facing the Pont Royal. You access it down a staircase from halfway across the Pont Neuf. It's a little tranquil oasis, and I go there as one of my first things in Paris to ground myself and reorient to the city. If someone ever wants to find me, they just need to go to that park and wait - I'll eventually show up.
In 1971 and 1972, I stayed at a little hotel on Rue Dauphine in the 6ème, just a block from the Pont Neuf. It's also my favorite 'pont.' I used it as a therapist of sorts. I'd stand in the middle, staring out at the tiny park at the tip of the Île de la Cité, and sort out a problem. Its serenity in the evenings, the changes of colors as you describe, would give me the answer I was seeking. Thanks for this reminder of what the Pont Neuf meant to me.
Luscious, ate this one up!
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Lovely, urges me to come. Your descriptions are delicious.
One of my secret happy places is the Square du Vert-Galant, the little pocket park at the end of the Île de la Cité facing the Pont Royal. You access it down a staircase from halfway across the Pont Neuf. It's a little tranquil oasis, and I go there as one of my first things in Paris to ground myself and reorient to the city. If someone ever wants to find me, they just need to go to that park and wait - I'll eventually show up.