The Everyday

Going Through Old Notebooks Part 21: On a Paris evening in winter.

Walking back from the Jardin du Palais-Royal, the sky was so beautiful, that heavy violet-gray color, pressing down against the slate roofs of the buildings, the gold-splashed walls, the glowing windows, the Paris evening coming on. I despaired a little then, feeling how useless it is to try to describe these moments in words. What can one say except th…