• November begins with quiet light. Steam on the windows, a book by the bed, and Paris wrapped in...
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    November begins with quiet light. Steam on the windows, a book by the bed, and Paris wrapped in...
  • Morning light through mist. Our courtyard feels like a painting, quiet, steady, a pause between...
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    Morning light through mist. Our courtyard feels like a painting, quiet, steady, a pause between two...
  • The Seine under mist, Notre-Dame behind it. November’s beauty is quiet, almost private. Madeleine...
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    The Seine under mist, Notre-Dame behind it. November’s beauty is quiet, almost private. Madeleine...
  • At sunset, Paris turns amber. At the Madeleine, we turn the lamps low. Madeleine de Senlis, hotel...
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    At sunset, Paris turns amber. At the Madeleine, we turn the lamps low. Madeleine de Senlis, hotel...
  • A cup of tea, a madeleine, a page half-read. Autumn asks for nothing more. Madeleine de Senlis,...
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    A cup of tea, a madeleine, a page half-read. Autumn asks for nothing more. Madeleine de Senlis,...