Montmartre at Sunset

Montmartre at sunset

Montmartre at sunset

Montmartre at sunset

When Annie was here last week, we were wandering around the Montmartre one evening after dinner, delaying going back to my apartment because the night was just so pretty, and as we crossed Rue des Abbesses, we looked back towards Rue Caulaincourt and were both blinded from the sun. The light in this town is unreal, even (or especially) at close to 10 at night. You can make a case that Paris is more beautiful in the rain (and it was overcast and gray here for days, which my moody, writers-block-suffering self secretly loved) but then moments like this occur, and it’s hard to deny how magical and glorious that golden light is. This morning it finally seems like the city has shed the gray, and the sun is pouring into my apartment.

Other Paris Details of Note: Yeah, I said writer’s block. Up until yesterday, when I broke through 60k words, I was having a hell of a time with it. Rule #1: Write every day seemed to be an optional guideline for a while there. I’m certainly still getting out and walking every day, averaging 6 kilometers (oh my god, look at me, thinking in metric) a day, which I am promptly undoing with all the bread products and desserts (hello, Mont Blancs at Angelina) and Camembert. And I’m practicing my French with the locals! And taking a million photos! But when I came back to my apartment and sat at my desk, it was like I’d left the story on a bus stop somewhere; it just wasn’t there. I hadn’t written anything substantial in a week. A week! And then yesterday I somehow got 1500 words down in an afternoon without even trying. My mom reminded me of something my dad always said: “It’s the rests between notes that make the music.” Trying to remember that.

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May 29, 2014 / art / photo / Travel / LEAVE A COMMENT / 19

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  • Aww that evening was so pretty. It was quite painful it not getting dark until after bedtime!
    I love they quote from your dad. And if I lived where you do I doubt I’d be gettinguvj writing done either.
    Love that you left the story on the bus :)

    • Haha, I’m glad you insisted! I would have just gone home and missed it, and what a shame that would have been. Thank you so much again for visiting. It was such a great three days. xo

  • Ah, the golden hour, whenever it comes is such a lovely time, and how nice that you and Annie shared it! I say that all the time to Neel, to Cal (try to say it to myself): that the times when it feels like nothings happening, well, something IS happening. You need those rest spaces to bolster your creativity. It’s hard to trust them though, I know.

    • I mean, you’ve been telling me that for months now, just in different words. If I were you, I’d be frustrated with me for not getting it until just now ;) But you’re totally right. It’s kind of like running: you need to stop running at some point so you can go further. Little breaks….or long, croissant-filled ones, if your’e me ;) xo

  • Your pictures are beautiful and should be wonderful fodder for your book. And all that walking – good for you! I intend to explore some this weekend and capture all of the small bits of Londontown that I can on foot

    • Ah you’re so close to me!! Hello across the channel, girl!! xo

  • oh erin, these shots are just magical!
    there is nothing like that golden parisian light…

    Molly {Dreams in HD}
    http://www.dreamsinhd.blogspot.com

    • Nothing like it in the world! I wonder how they get it so pretty here. Must be something in the air ;) xo

  • Splendid photography. Paris is grand no matter what the weather. I’m glad I’m not the only one who actually enjoys overcast days.

    Your dad’s quote rings true; although, it’s hard to trust yourself that there is creativity brewing instead of it subsiding. I’ve always found that even when there is writer’s block words and scenes are still forming, it just becomes apparent later.

    • Oh girl, I feel like there is a 13 year old emo kid trapped inside of me sometimes. I deliberately cross the streets to the shady side and revel in the days when it’s gray and overcast and moody. The rain? Don’t even get me started ;)

      It really IS hard to trust that the silence isn’t something more sinister than just a needed pause to recharge the batteries, you’re right. I think on some level I’m just still amazed this story has been as “there” as it has been for me for almost two years. I guess I should start trusting it by now, huh? xo

  • loving your dad’s quote and it’s so very true…

    • My dad always had the greatest sayings :) xo

  • Just Simply Stunning. Love your dad’s quote, I shall write that one down. My dad’s most memorable quote is “There’s more than one way to skin a cat”. Not literally of course but his way of suggesting that I open my mind to other ways :) x
    p.s. did you get my email?

    • I did get your email!! I’m so sorry I haven’t had a chance to respond to it, please don’t hate me too much! A response is coming, I swear :) We missed you & Sue!
      Love your dad’s quote, too. Applicable to all manner of scenarios. Oh, dads. :) xo

      • That’s okay dear, you don’t need to reply I’m just happy it found its way to you. I felt I needed to explain my reasons for not being there as you must understand that I really really wanted to join you guys. On reflection the message was a bit unnecessarily heavy so apologies for running away with it :) x

  • What a great quote from your dad. And I think you used the perfect word for the light in the images “magical”

    • Thank you so much, darling!! xo

  • Paris et son couché de soleil, c’est magique!
    J’adore la phrase de ton père, c’est tellement vrai! T’aura tellement de choses à raconter à ton retour Erin que je crois que un jour les mots sortiront touts seuls. Pour l’instant ça doit être très dure écrire parce que tu est au milieu de l’action et de fois, c’est quand on s’éloigne que touts le pièces de puzzle deviens claire dans notre tête! Je ne sais pas, peut être je dis des bêtises ! xo

  • J’adore le phrase “le coucher de soleil.” C’est très Français et très beau.
    Bêtises? Jamais! Tu dis tous les droites choses, Eva, tout les temps :) Je suis d’accord, touts le pièces de puzzle deviens claire dans mon tête a ses mêmes temps! Je suis impatiente, tu sais, haha. Alors, j’aurai plus de confiance! xo