My French blogger-friend, Vagabonde, who lives just a few miles away from me in Marietta, Georgia, has put together a lovely post of scenes from her travels on three continents. It includes a sunset in Alaska and glimpses into a few of the cities she has visited, like Oslo and Vienna and Paris and Cairo and Tunis and Atlanta and New York and Los Angeles. She ended her post with a poem by Andree Chedid (1920-2011) called “Le Chant des Villes” (The Song of Cities), including an English translation if you need one, and a wonderful painting called Paris seen from the roof tops by Robert Ricart (1948- ).
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Vagabonde’s post.
I know those roof tops are in Paris, not London, but somehow that painting reminded me of this (2:57).
A little karaoke never hurt anybody.
Enjoy this little divertissement while you can.
The Tuvan throat-singing may resume at any moment.
