{"id":1078,"date":"2009-09-16T21:27:14","date_gmt":"2009-09-16T11:27:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/spiritsdancing.com\/sdblog\/?p=1078"},"modified":"2009-09-16T21:49:26","modified_gmt":"2009-09-16T11:49:26","slug":"remembering-paris","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/spiritsdancing.com\/sdblog\/2009\/09\/16\/remembering-paris\/","title":{"rendered":"Remembering Paris"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a title=\"Counting by Hil, on Flickr\" href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/spiritsdancing\/3925070865\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2456\/3925070865_ac6eb5216d.jpg\" alt=\"Counting\" width=\"375\" height=\"500\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I was in Paris a year ago and it&#8217;s fun to look back at my photos and see what I was doing each day.\u00a0 One of the things I liked best was watching everyday life. I don&#8217;t know what those big iron bollard-type things on either side of old Parisian outer doors are called, but I imagine they protect the stonework from getting side-swiped by vehicles going in and out. They are often decorative, and these ones looked rather like bee hives. As I approached I inadvertently interrupted this elderly lady counting the ridges on the bollard on the other side with her walking stick. When I was past, I looked back and she was counting them on the other side in what seemed like a little ritual!<\/p>\n<p>A few doors down there was a gate rather than a door and\u00a0 I could see through into a manicured courtyard, a palatial-looking home for these two cats. (Click photo to see it bigger at Flickr). The tabby came up to me and said hello through the bars of the gate.<\/p>\n<p><a title=\"Cats in Paris by Hil, on Flickr\" href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/spiritsdancing\/3925858056\/\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2473\/3925858056_1f9b99f11c.jpg\" alt=\"Cats in Paris\" width=\"375\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I loved old doors on the street like this one, so huge and solid, and with so many layers of peeling paint. Can you see a face?<\/p>\n<p><a title=\"Old door by Hil, on Flickr\" href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/spiritsdancing\/3925861540\/\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2477\/3925861540_302ee6a9b1.jpg\" alt=\"Old door\" width=\"375\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a title=\"Old door by Hil, on Flickr\" href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/spiritsdancing\/3925074083\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2470\/3925074083_d20a9c9552.jpg\" alt=\"Old door\" width=\"375\" height=\"500\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Maybe I&#8217;ll post some more over the next few weeks? I didn&#8217;t post much while I was travelling.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was in Paris a year ago and it&#8217;s fun to look back at my photos and see what I was doing each day.\u00a0 One of the things I liked best was watching everyday life. I don&#8217;t know what those big iron bollard-type things on either side of old Parisian outer doors are called, but [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[345],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1078","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/paZhI-ho","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/spiritsdancing.com\/sdblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1078","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/spiritsdancing.com\/sdblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/spiritsdancing.com\/sdblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/spiritsdancing.com\/sdblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/spiritsdancing.com\/sdblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1078"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/spiritsdancing.com\/sdblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1078\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1080,"href":"https:\/\/spiritsdancing.com\/sdblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1078\/revisions\/1080"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/spiritsdancing.com\/sdblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1078"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/spiritsdancing.com\/sdblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1078"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/spiritsdancing.com\/sdblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1078"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}