Paris Sunset: 3 Drinks with Vintage Zest

Nostalgia for the Marais at l’heure bleue

Paris: People, Places and Bling

By Theadora Brack

I’ve said it once, and I’ll play it again, Sam. The mere sight of the Paris rooftops at l’heure bleue has never failed to give me a thrill. Larger than life, I’m transfixed. I tumble flat.

Reaching for Henry Miller: “In Paris, on the asphalt, I have often walked saying: wild, wild, wild. You just say it, and walk, walk, walk. It makes everything rise, swell, burst. Then I am so happy I cannot bear it any more and I begin to sing. It is cause for bliss. You can get drunk on walking.” Oh, Henry!

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By penwithlit

Freelance writer and radio presenter

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