Last night I watched on TV the movie Midnight in Paris.

What a delightful feast for the eyes. And a trip into the past to meet the likes of Ernest Hemmingway and Pablo Picasso. I loved the movie for that alone.

It made me long to go back to Paris. There is something about the city that stimulates the imagination. No wonder so many authors and artists have gone there to find their muse.

I’m not sure what it is. The cafes? There is certainly something about that atmosphere where people are content to sit and people watch , visit, or meditate.

Or maybe it’s the stroll along the Seine.

Along the river there is wonderful scenery,  other people but always the sense of invitation.

No doubt the architecture adds to the stimulation of the senses. Everywhere you look, a feast for the eyes.

And everywhere you look, others are displaying their creativity.

I long to return to Paris. I’d love to go as part of an authors’ group so if any of you are interested in making a trip to Paris as a writers retreat, send me a message.  Of course, I’m not opposed to going for any other reason either. 

Paris any time for any reason.