Pretty in Pink

Our neighbourhood spoilt me this morning! Rue de l'Abreuvoir and sunrise.



Half an hour later, the sky and perspective looked like this. A little brighter, a little less pink, but still stunning. Rue André Barsacq.

Paris Poppies

“The poppies hung Dew-dabbed on their stalks.” John Keats.

Up by the Sacré Cœur yesterday morning, early, I saw the most wonderful poppies.

Oversized pale pink poppies, standing high, overlooking Paris. 

Thin papery petals let through the light.


I've never seen poppies like these. Large, very large, washed out pale pink poppies bending gently in the breeze.


Gathered below the Sacré Cœur.


Here are a few more Paris poppies. A glorious orange-red one.



My son had to steady this poppy.


Look inside it! No photo editing, this is the way it looked!

Bloomin' Pink

Paris is full of pink.

You can even find pink leaves.

Not to mention pink tree trunks.

Pink wire.

Pink street art.

Pink leather.

Pink decorations.

Pink lighting. Between you and me, I think I would get tired of lighting like this in about 3.5 seconds.

And, of course, anybody who has had a daughter will know that pink rules!