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Wishing You Joy Though this image be of Christmas, my real wish is that you and yours be filled with joy and delight simply because you are alive... every day. To everyone; Merry, Happy... Life! ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
This Montmartre Moment Brought To You By Me 'n Paris. ;-)) Today's offering is...a glance. You know that thing - where something catches your attention out of the the corner of your eye... you turn to look... and bam! That seemingly simple frame is now imprinted in your brain as the flash card for a time and place your heart intends to remember forever. It is... and it does. ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
Church of Saint Ambroise On my way back from a day in the recording studio, I happened by Saint Ambroise. I hadn't seen it the day before - but was delighted to make its acquaintance this day. Situated smack in the middle of a regular old neighborhood (if any in Paris really qualify as "regular")... the church sits upon the former site of the convent of Annonciades; a female order founded in 1500 by St. Jeanne de France, daughter of King Louis XI. The pigeon was a stunt bonus. ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
National Academy of Music and Dance, aka The Paris Opera House Our first trip to Paris was a quick one. I had to go for voiceover work, I was lucky enough to bring my best travel companion husband along. He's a musician... I was once a dancer. So it was only fitting that we capture this spot as a fanciful nod to us both. BTW, this is the same opera house from which The Phantom of the Opera story was created - that was also rebuilt by Napoleon III. Reason for the remodel; one evening, upon arriving with his wife for the premiere of a new singer, the royal procession was bombed by a group of dissenters. (some things never change) Over eighty people were killed, prompting Napoleon III to ask for an opera house with a covered side entrance where royalty could enter with discretion. The birth of Security Protocol 101. ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
The Louvre Courtyard, Midnight Paris. The Louvre. Midnight. We had the best adventure EVER that day - that will forever define our first visit to paris. It included walking 8 miles through the streets of Paris at night, experiencing the wonder of the Louvre at midnight - with the place to ourselves and magic all around, missing the last subway at 1am, consoling ourselves with wine, cheese and the most delicious chocolate ever made at 2am on the Champs Elysees. The stuff dreams are made of, baby. ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
It Was Time It was time. How long had she waited A month? A year? An eternity? She wasn't sure. All she knew was... she was about to be free. At last. The air around her began to shimmer... and shift. Her heart quickened... vision sharpened. Senses returning. Tingling. Warmth. Oh yes, it was time. She would make it... this time. One last glance behind her. She saw the photographer. And smiled. Good. Someone will know. It is possible. Then she was gone. ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
Front Detail, Notre Dame - Paris I know perfectly well that there is tremendous meaning to someone in all the details you see in the sculpture and bas relief on the front of the Notre Dame. In fact if we were alive when it was first finished - we might even walk up and recognize someone we know. But alas, I cannot now remember them. Sadly. All I can do is admire the beauty and marvel at the workmanship of artists with such unique vision, patience and passion. ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
Home Is With YouBar Wall, Paris She gazed at the wall, full of oddball treasures and tidbits that mostly resembled her memories. "You know" she said quietly, not looking at him directly, but instead holding him just inside her peripheral view, "No matter where or when we go... home will always be with you." He smiled. She sighed. The clock ticked 5pm. ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
Home Base Paris, France There were worse places to be undercover than in Paris - and worse places to stay than Les Jardins du Marais. A photographer with a camera and tripod made her want to start taking the side entrance to her room. She became suspicious when she overheard acronyms like "HDR", "gee plus", "f-stop" and such... followed by terms like "voice over", "motionX gps drive" and "cougar". She thought these might be code. Deep, dangerous code. She put her research team to work on finding out who this woman with the tripod and messenger bag really was. A few days later, she let it go... the focus of her scrutiny none the wiser. Seems this photographer-voice over-tourist person was just that. A photographer-voice over-tourist person. Case closed. ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)

The Louvre Courtyard, Midnight


Paris. The Louvre. Midnight.
We had the best adventure EVER that day - that will forever define our first visit to paris.

It included walking 8 miles through the streets of Paris at night, experiencing the wonder of the Louvre at midnight - with the place to ourselves and magic all around, missing the last subway at 1am, consoling ourselves with wine, cheese and the most delicious chocolate ever made at 2am on the Champs Elysees.

The stuff dreams are made of, baby.



©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
The Louvre Courtyard, Midnight Paris. The Louvre. Midnight. We had the best adventure EVER that day - that will forever define our first visit to paris. It included walking 8 miles through the streets of Paris at night, experiencing the wonder of the Louvre at midnight - with the place to ourselves and magic all around, missing the last subway at 1am, consoling ourselves with wine, cheese and the most delicious chocolate ever made at 2am on the Champs Elysees. The stuff dreams are made of, baby. ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)

The Louvre Courtyard, Midnight


Paris. The Louvre. Midnight.
We had the best adventure EVER that day - that will forever define our first visit to paris.

It included walking 8 miles through the streets of Paris at night, experiencing the wonder of the Louvre at midnight - with the place to ourselves and magic all around, missing the last subway at 1am, consoling ourselves with wine, cheese and the most delicious chocolate ever made at 2am on the Champs Elysees.

The stuff dreams are made of, baby.



©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
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