I Fell For Paris

Sunday, January 12, 2020

IT'S ABOUT TIME...

I FINALLY GOT THIS BOOK ONTO AMAZON KINDLE!

IT'S BEEN A TORTUROUS FIVE YEARS TRYING TO GET MY BOOK, "I FELL FOR PARIS" ON-LINE. I HAD DONE A PAPERBACK PRINTING BUT WOULD HAVE HAD TO PAY ABOUT A THOUSAND BUCKS TO ORDER JUST 25 MORE ON BOOKBABY.COM.

I FINALLY FIGURED THE EASIEST WAY TO DO THIS WOULD BE TO PUBLISH FIRST ON KINDLE EBOOKS. BUT TO FORMAT THE MANUSCRIPT FOR KINDLE WAS PURELY HELLATIOUS!

TO MODIFY THE MANUSCRIPT FOR KINDLE WAS SO DIFFICULT I SIMPLY GAVE UP SEVERAL TIMES, ALLOWING MANY MONTHS TO ELAPSE BETWEEN TRIES. I HAD ALMOST GIVEN UP ALTOGETHER BUT READ A BOOK BY JOHN TESH, "BEYOND RED ROCKS, MAKING YOUR DREAMS A REALITY. IT GREATLY ENCOURAGED ME. I STARTED AGAIN THE LAST FEW DAYS OF DECEMBER 2019.

AFTER REVAMPING THE BOOK'S COVER I SET OUT ONCE AGAIN TO UPLOAD THE MANUSCRIPT TO AMAZON KINDLE. THEIR FORMS ARE NOT EXACTLY "USER-FRIENDLY". EVERY TIME I TRIED SOMETHING, LIKE SIMPLY CATEGORIZING THE BOOK, IT TURNED INTO A MAJOR ORDEAL.

I HAD ALMOST GIVEN UP HOPE WHEN MY SON TEXTED ME YESTERDAY AND SAID, "SEE MOM. I TOLD YOU I'D GET MY BOOK ON AMAZON BEFORE YOU!" HE SENT ME A PHOTO AND LINK OF HIS BOOK, WHICH SORRY TO SAY I CAN'T SHOW YOU. THERE IS INFO ON IT HE ASKED ME TO WITHHOLD, SO I HAVE TO HONOR HIS WISHES.

HOWEVER, THE THOUGHT OF MY SON "BEATING ME TO THE PUNCH" JUMP STARTED MY ENDEAVOR AGAIN... A USEFUL PSYCHOLOGICAL TRICK ON HIS PART. I DETERMINED I WOULD WORK STRAIGHT THROUGH THE NEXT 48 HOURS OF WEEKEND OFF TIME, AND GET THAT BOOK UPLOADED...COME "HELL, HIGH WATER" OR NUKES! I DIDN'T EVEN STOP TO EAT OR DRINK UNTIL IT WAS DONE!

I SPENT THE ENTIRE DAY REFORMATTING, PROOFREADING, WORKING THROUGH GLITCHES, ADDING A NEW COVER...

NOBODY EVER SEEMS TO GET THE JOKE! "EI FFEL FOR PARIS"! FOR THAT REASON I USED THE PHOTO I SNAPPED IN A PARIS SOUVENIR SHOP WHOSE SHELVES WERE LOADED WITH MULTICOLORED EIFFEL TOWERS. NOW MAYBE S-O-M-E-O-N-E WILL GET IT!

AT 11:00 P.M. LAST NIGHT I WAS STILL STRUGGLING TO GET THE THING PUBLISHED...IN SPITE OF THE FACT THAT SOMEHOW MY COMPUTER FONT SIZE SETTING HAD CHANGED TO THE MOST MINUSCULE SIZE THAT I COULD BARELY EVEN SEE IT. WHEN PROOFREADING THE FINAL EDITION IN KINDLE CREATE I COULD BARELY READ IT, LET ALONE CORRECT IT.

WHEN I PUSHED THE "PUBLISH" BUTTON, I ALMOST JUMPED OUT OF MY SKIN WITH EXCITEMENT. THEN I TEXTED MY SON TO TELL HIM SINCE HE'S BEEN GOADING ME FROM THE VERY BEGINNING TO GET THIS DONE. HE READ IT DURING THE NIGHT. THE ONE GOOD THING HE SAID WAS, "IT'S EASY TO READ".

SO IF YOU WANT TO GO TO PARIS, OR SIMPLY WANT TO ARMCHAIR TRAVEL THERE, READ THE BOOK.

IF YOU LIKE HEARTFELT STORIES OF FAMILY REUNIONS IN EXOTIC LOCALES, READ THE BOOK!

IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN THE TIME SPACE CONTINUUM - READ THIS BOOK! REALLY - IT'S ABOUT T-I-M-E!

IF PEOPLE REALLY LIKE THE BOOK AND I'M ABLE TO AFFORD ANOTHER TRIP TO PARIS - MAYBE I'LL TAKE A GROUP WITH ME AND BE THE TOUR GUIDE. AFTER ALL, ONE OF MY FIRST JOBS WAS "TRAVEL AGENT".

OR MAYBE I'LL DO TWO SEPARATE TOURS, ONE CENTERED AROUND SHOPPING AND EATING IN PARIS, THE OTHER ABOUT FINDING THE TIME SPACE PORTAL AT THE MYSTERY LOCATION IN THE PARIS AREA.

IT WILL REMAIN A MYSTERY UNTIL YOU READ THIS BOOK! IT'S ONLY $2.99 AND DEFINITELY WORTH THE TIME...UNTIL THEN A TOUTS A L'HEURES PARIS-LOVERS!

AND PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO VISIT MY WEBSITE AT: WWW.IFELLFORPARIS.COM

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Saturday, April 29, 2017

JE TROUVE LE LOUVRE! (I FIND THE LOUVRE!)

AFTER A LIFETIME of longing to see the treasures of the Louvre, my first visit there was a huge disappointment.

It was our third actual day in Paris, Tuesday, May 8th. After an entire afternoon of sightseeing, my son and I walked up to the pyramid-decked plaza to discover it totally empty.

A sign with a rope across the entrance area read: "Closed for Holiday".

"What holiday?" I cried in exasperation! Neither he nor I had heard anything about a holiday. There had been a parade in the street while we were enroute to Versailles the day before...but nothing around us indicated a holiday, other than an empty expanse of concrete that got us no closer to the magnificence inside.

"Don't cry, Mom", my son said. He thought I was pouting. He spent so much time with his children that he could only surmise I was displaying child-like behavior. We had been apart for so many years, that as an adult he didn't really know me well.

Victor could not imagine the bitter disappointment that welled up in my heart and eyes after so many decades spent waiting for this moment. To see the glass pyramid alone, designed by Chinese architect I.M. Pei, was a thrill in itself.

Wanting to see the interiors below ground, which most world art experts say exceed even the Hermitage Museum in St. Petersburg, was for me the focal point of the trip.

"Let's go do some people watching instead", he said, heading down the street toward the Rue du Rivoli.

"We could go to a café and have a cup of coffee or a glass of wine."

"Okay" I agreed reluctantly, allowing him to cheer me up.

So we went to a café, met two very nice fellow-Americans who were attending the Cordon Bleu cooking school. It was a thrilling evening for me, being able to ask unlimited questions about the school and what life was like as an American living in Paris. (More about that encounter in my book: I Fell For Paris.)

But the very next day we were back at the Louvre again. Only this time we went looking for the Carrousel entrance. We hoped we wouldn't have to wait in horrendously long lines.

A charming and handsome Frenchman had shown me the entrance, on my first day in Paris. It was such a kind gesture to an American on her arrival to the City of Beauty.

Victor and I made our way from the Place des Pyramides, taking a left, and followed the Rue de Rivoli until we finally found the mall entrance at 99 rue de Rivoli. It was much farther than I remembered when the welcoming gentleman had directed me to the doors that day. Perhaps I was enjoying his conversation so much, and struggling to speak entirely in French, that I was a little distracted. : )

We finally found the glass doors leading to the escalators that direct one to the shopping mall prelude before the prize!

Down a few escalators we descended. Then we walked along a sandstone colored corridor into a large open area, with the pyramid glass directly above us.

We waited about twenty minutes in line with our pre-paid museum passes in hand. We had heard that having them shortened one's wait.

Meanwhile, my eyes took in all the beautiful stores around me.

There was House of Chocolates, Comedie Francaise, L'Occitane, Fragonard (perfumes,) Printemps and a host of others that I wished I had the time and money to browse in.

Finally we reached the front of the line to show our passes. My son likes art too. We were anxious to grab some Louvre maps and make our way through the museum.

"Mom. Let's just find the Mona Lisa. Then we can each head off on our own."

"That sounds fine," I responded. That way I could take my time looking at whatever I wanted for as long as I wanted.

The maps were incredibly hard to follow. Unless you have a Fine Arts degree how can you possibly know which century you want to look at? Aside from knowing that I wanted to view 16th and 17 French art, antiques and furniture, I wasn't sure what century the various artists lived in.

How could I possibly know what date Titian painted "Venus Rising From The Sea" or what date "Winged Victory" would inhabit? Even then, would I choose the date she was discovered or the era in which she was sculpted?

It took hours for us to locate the Mona Lisa. There was such a crowd in the small alcove surrounding her that we couldn't even get close.

Sad fact was, I couldn't find the cord to my digital Fuji pocket camera my son had so graciously gifted me with before we left home. So I only had so much battery power.

"Take two photos of everything, Mom. Then choose the better picture of the two."

"I can't. My battery is fading", I said.

So I had to choose carefully the works of art I wanted to capture on film.

Victor, a photographer par excellence, was going off on his own. I had to make every photo I took count. They had to be works or artists I particularly longed to see in person, like Fragonard's, or Van Eyck's.

So much art! So little time! So little camera juice!

I spent about five hours trying to find the section which housed the Fragonards. My favorite painter of all time had inspired the modus operandi of my entire life with "Portrait of a Young Girl Reading". I saw it at the age of ten in the Washington, D.C. National Museum of Art.

Then, at the end of the day I found out Fragonard's section of the museum was closed off. It would be reopened after I had departed from my Dear Paris.

Meanwhile I wandered round and around, seeing other perfectly wonderful works of art. Sometimes I ended up in the exact same corridors. The map was impossibly confusing! Even my talented-at-map-reading son had a hard time with it.

But before I left that late afternoon my head was swirling with so much amazing beauty that had reached to my very soul.

Before he departed on his own adventures we discovered some amazing finds which you will just have to read about in my book, "I FELL FOR PARIS".

In the book, I give you a step by step tour, with photos. You will experience along with me the joy, thirst, frustration and delight as you walk with me in the high-ceilinged halls of this ancient palace.

The second printing of the softcover book is going to take place in several weeks. First printing all sold out! After that the paperback edition can be purchased off of my websites:

www.ifellforparis.com www.coleenclarkauthor.com

I am still working on getting the manuscript formatted for Kindle e-books. As anyone who has ever formatted a book for Kindle knows - it isn't easy! So stay tuned for both the paperbacks and the Amazon Kindle e-book, which you can read on your tablet or phone.

You can place an advance order for the 8 1/2 X 11 paperback ahead of time. To defray color printing and shipping costs, I have to ask $27.99 plus shipping. Pictures of Paris would never look as good in black and white. But as I print more the price will go down.

Be the first among your friends to own the moving coffee table photo book about a tale of family ties re-woven during a continental vacation of awesome discovery! A tout a l'heures!

Sunday, April 23, 2017

LA PLUME EST PLUS PUISSANT QUE L'EPEE' (POWER OF THE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD)

VOTING FOR LE PEN WILL TAKE BACK YOUR COUNTRY! LE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD!

Politically speaking "the pen IS mightier than the sword"!

I am so weary! Are you not YET WEARY? Of unwelcome usurpers spoiling the most beautiful city in the world?

I refuse to be "politically correct". Political correctness is a form of thought control. It exists only to stifle free speech. And it involves peer pressure to police the thoughts and words of others.

I must say this because I have long loved France, and especially the magnificent Paris.

All of you French men and French women are walking around in a foolish trance. The aliens are hiding themselves among you, wanting to control you and your society just like in the American 1988 sci-fi classic movie, "They Live".

Marine Le Pen could be so instrumental in turning France in the right direction. For the continued existence of your nation - you must listen to her - vote for her!

I firmly and decisively marched up the Champs Elysee' two springs ago, determined to reach the Arc de Triomphe. The Arch of Triumph has always meant something special to me, a mere American writer. It has always symbolized VICTORY.

And now the interlopers have dared to touch one of your most beautiful memorials, along your most impressive avenue, which has seen so many past French victories. How can you let triumph over your enemies slip so easily through your fingers?

There will no longer be victories for France if you do not wake up!

In a play about Cardinal Richelieu, Edward Bull-Lytton wrote in 1839:

"THE POWER OF THE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD"

The written and spoken word are very important. Do not be afraid to speak that which quietly lurks at the back of your thoughts. Unshackle your minds! Unshackle your tongues! See and speak the truth for what they are!

Photo credit: VA Clark

Don't wander around in a blind haze of deception foisted upon you by the globalist elites who want to take away your nation's sovereignty, your national boundaries, and even that which makes you truly French! Is there ANY national congruity which holds you together?

Photo credit: VA Clark

Don't you see that what is happening in your country is a planned sell-out by left-leaning globalist politicians, eager to secure their promised roles in "The New World Order"? Most of your politicians, with a scarce few exceptions, like Le Pen, are manipulated into shape by the Shadow Boxers who punch them into submission.

Are you going to become like Germany or the Netherlands? Surely the rumors have spread though many are afraid to speak the truth. Will your people, your history and your country fade into oblivion as a new culture subtly and not-so-subtly rises to conquer everything you've ever known?

Don't do it! Wake up from your sleep oh Slumbering France! Rise up! Put the right leaders into place who will not betray your nation's heritage as Angela Merkel is doing to Germany.

                                      NO LIMITS! NO BOUNDARIES! NO COUNTRY!

It will soon be too late to speak out. Laws are being passed very quickly to shut up and hide the truth. Has Europe gone mad?

Has your Socialist experiment worked? No! You are allowing malevolent strangers into your country with open arms to boost your population.

Don't your realize that Socialism is merely "Communism Lite"? In other words, Socialism leads to Communism. Communism always leads to genocide and self-destruction. Look at history's trail of mass death and destruction under Communist regimes.

Marine Le Pen is determined not to allow France's borders to be over-run. A country without borders is no longer a country.

What REALLY has the European Union done for you?

There are French men and women who have been forgotten and subjugated - just as in America. Many still struggle without jobs and their cries go unheeded by politicians more interested in lining their pockets than helping the populace.

The major media networks no longer tell the truth. Even Sky News is run by avowed globalist Rupert Murdoch. Now too weak to rein in his sons, they are turning America's formerly conservative Fox news into a Leftist organization, promoting left wing activists in the U.S.

  FOX NEWS FIRES BILL O'REILLY, PROMOTES BOB BECKEL, JUAN WILLIAMS

In a Socialist society the government controls the media. Yes, sadly America has finally leaned Socialistic, though U.S. citizens have been too busy working, texting, playing computer games, and viewing the world through their Google Smart Glasses to notice.

No wonder so many oppose conservative Le Pen in France. Just like here in America, the ignorant masses rant about a man determined to preserve America's heritage as well.

The media has for years now been forced by "the powers that be" to try to control the masses by destroying the truth, right and good...to cover up the globalist plans for all of Europe and America.

Ever heard of Agenda 2030? Don't be complacent. Do your homework!

"The U.N. and its mostly autocratic member regimes have big plans for your life, your children, your country and your world. And those plans are not limited to the coercive 'climate' agreement recently concluded in Paris."

"While the establishment media in the United States was hyping ISIS, football, and of course 'global warming', virtually every national government/dictatorship on the planet met at the 70th annual General Assembly at U.N. headquarters in New York to adopt a draconian 15-year master plan for the planet. Top globalists such as Javier Solana, a socialist, are celebrating the plan, which the summit unanimously 'approved' as the next 'Great Leap Forward' - yes the old Communist slogan of the Chinese Communist Party."

UN AGENDA 2030 RECIPE FOR GLOBAL COMMUNISM

The French media is determined to destroy Le Pen's reputation with false rumors, just like the U.S. media is still savagely trying to besmirch Trump.

Vote for Marine Le Pen. I believe she is a woman of integrity who will save your nation. She will lead you through the Arch of Triumph, as part of the legacy of strong female leadership in French history. Think Joan of Arc/Jeanne d'Arc.

Photo Credit: C. Clark

Vive Le Pen...for THE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD (of death and destruction) that is now poised above your land.

Photo Credit: VA Clark

"La Plume est Plus Puissant que L'Epee.

LE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD

BRIGITTE BARDOT "A SCREAM IN THE SILENCE"

CAN EUROPE SURVIVE THIS INVASION?

THOUSANDS OF EX-TALIBAN FIGHTERS MAY HAVE ENTERED GERMANY

Saturday, April 8, 2017

APRIL IN PARIS

Oh it is April again! Every few months I am compelled to go online and check out the fares to Paris, hoping the price has fallen dramatically.

How I remember the movie "April In Paris". Do you?

Watching reruns of old movies with my mother include some of the best memories of my life.

The 1952 film starred Doris Day and Ray Bolger. The theme of the movie is Paris and love.

A chorus girl is mistakenly invited to an international art exposition to represent the United States in place of Ethel Barrymore. Of course Doris Day is a lot more lively than Ethel could ever be. Doris's rendition of "April in Paris", has to be one of the prettiest songs I have ever heard her sing.

I could definitely identify with Doris's "chorus girl" role as I started in musical theatre by playing in the chorus of "Oliver", and then "How To Succeed In Business".

In the theatre I met a friend named Oliver, but somehow I never learned to wildly succeed in business. Oh perhaps temporarily now and then. But my artsy, smartsy creativity always seems to take precedence over my lack of proclivity to abide by rules and corporate protocols.

Just like everyone should go see Washington, D.C. during cherry blossom time, so should everyone spend at least one April of their lives in Paris. Or May. Whichever the case may be.

I will never forget the blossoms that fell on my head as I rested on a bench, after I spent 45 minutes speedwalking along the Champs Elysees to see the Arch of Triumph. I was out of breath, tired and thirsty, on my way back to the hotel...trying to arrive before dusk.

I sat down and felt something so lightweight fall on my head I thought surely it must be a bird mistaking my blond head for a bird-bathroom. When I reached up, a beautiful white blossom fell down my shirt. It was then I noticed to my pleasure, all the little white blossoms all around my feet. That was May of 2015. My son had been kind enough to take me on the vacation of my dreams.

Spring in Paris has to be the perfect time to go. It is not blisteringly hot, but gets warm in the afternoons. Even if you have to brave a few rain showers, it is far better than trying to find cool shelter in the sweltering heat of August, when many Parisians leave town for cooler climes.

In April and May men and women alike are still wearing their dashing scarves to keep out the cool morning breezes. With flowers and trees waking up everywhere your spirit itself seems brought to life in the city of light and love.

Perhaps it will be April or May that I next take my trek to the everlasting city that could not be destroyed in World War II. It's many treasures, thank God, were spared. It's history and people preserved, as they should be for all time.

A luminous city once visited, can never die within one's heart. Paris will always leave its eternal sparkling presence on the spirit of everyone fortunate to visit her, no matter what time of year.

April - I will. Oh may, I may I go?

Thursday, December 29, 2016

JOYEUX NOEL, MON AMOUR

Thirty years ago I had a dream. In the dream, some friends had sent me to Paris at Christmas time.

A slight frosting of snow iced the sidewalk like powdered sugar frosting on cake. I stretched upward, tip-toe, on the very edge of my pointed, leather boots. The chill in the air forced me to pull my winter coat more closely around me. Light snowflakes fell upon my nose and lips.

I peered into a shop window, comprised of small panes of glass. My face pressed up against the clear crystalline structures, framed by narrow white wooden squares. Inside the shop were row after row of small cubicles of items, directly lined up parallel to the window. I could see an entire array of small, inset, square alcoves, perched right inside the store windows.

In every little cubicle of the of the long, wide, high shelves, sat glass jars containing colored items. To this day I do not know if it was a candy shop or an apothecary store. But I stood and stared, trying to read all the French labels, through the frosty window. I felt like a little girl in a state of wonder.

My eyes strained. Although I have a passable French vocabulary, many words I do not know. I will never forget that dream. Someday I believe some friends really will send me to Paris at Christmas.

Perhaps it was an old-fashioned drugstore, unlike the many modern green-crossed drugstores currently sprawled across France's major city. The jars may have contained herbal remedies of many varied hues displayed in the cubicles of the shelves. Maybe they were medicinal spices known for their many healing potentials...like cinnamon for blood sugar levels, lavender for mending shattered nerves, as well as chamomile, and fox glove blossoms, (made by drug companies into digitalis), to regulate heart problems.

My first trip to Paris brought healing and encouragement into my life. It brought assurance that no matter what life changes occur, Paris, that ancient city, stretched its arms of welcome to me, and her people showed me love.

I fear that the next time I arrive, the city may have changed. You would think that Paris, an immovable, unchangeable feast Hemingway would prescribe for all ills, could never lose her luster or her life.

However, I fear that with the advent of "No go Zones", in other parts of France such as Lyon and Marseilles, that Paris too might be wounded. Her noble character I fear may be raped or wounded by those who wish her and her inhabitants harm.

Can one visit Paris even now without fear? I wanted so to attend classes at the Sorbonne. I desired to sunbathe on the beaches of Cannes, view the sailboats at Monte Carlo. I heard that Lyon is deliciously edible.

And chateaux country...what greater dream than to tour the mighty castles stretched across the Loire Valley, where French history unfolded upon the gentle background scenery. To bicycle along the roads of France, or saunter gently southward along the roads of France, have lain within my heart of hearts.

Will it be safe when I return? Will my love, France, be as stately and protected as she once was?

Or will she have fallen victim to roving bands of brigands that likewise ravish other European nations at this point in time?

I recently met a woman from Sweden who told me that blond women no longer venture onto the streets of that nation. I pray that France known for its joy of life will not be forced to cloister its women, for styles and clothing were once one of the nation's most exportable commodities. I pray that France will not be filched by false friends!

May Paris in her lovely crown of France safely await my return. Joyeux Noel, mes amies.

Saturday, July 9, 2016

OODLES OF POODLES

I REALIZED THIS AFTERNOON WHILE EATING a French baguette enclosing ham and cheese...that's au jambon et fromage for those French-lovers out there...

that my earliest impressions of Paris as a toddler were the poodles of circle skirts worn by the dancers on American bandstand in the nineteen-fifties. You can still find photos of Arlene Sullivan dancing while wearing her famous poodle skirt circa 1959.

ARLENE SULLIVAN AMERICAN BANDSTAND IN POODLE SKIRT

So I fixated on poodles. French poodles. Oodles of poodles.

OODLES OF POODLES

Walt Disney of course helped with his 1955 movie "Lady and The Tramp" about two dogs who fall in love. Who can forget the scene where they are eating spaghetti out of one dish on a checked red and white table? European buildings dot the background, romantic candle and baguettes grace the foreground, while they work their way to the middle of a spaghetti strand. It ends in a kiss!

( Click You Tube link on bottom right of video.)

Mother went to the beauty salon every week to get her hair set and put up in a French twist. It made her ravishingly beautiful, like Grace Kelly. Only Mom was a brunette. So - more like Rita Hayworth. All the men wanted her. It formed a strong opinion in my mind about anything French.

Then again, maybe it was her fragrance. Mom's "Evening In Paris" perfume in the midnight blue bottle with gold-domed top, sat on her dresser among the other bottles of Tabu, Topaz, and Jean Nate'.

EVENING IN PARIS PERFUME

So I guess in my little girl mind the next best thing to an evening in Paris while wearing a "French Twist" must be a French poodle! From the time I was five, every night I got down on my knees and literally begged God to give me a French poodle.

Dad finally got my sister and I the poodle I so longed for. But for some reason we just couldn't house-train him. So we'd put him in the yard. He'd run over to the neighbors. Or worse yet, blocks and blocks away. Dad would get in the car and search the neighborhood for Francois.

But what really bowled me over was that Dad decided to get rid of our little toy poodle because he wouldn't stay in the yard. Never mind that we could have tied him to a rope. I don't think Dad wanted Francois much, anyway. I think Father was still mad over the German Shepherd that had petrified me as a baby when it either bit me or knocked me over. Guess our dad never got over that. But to me, little dogs like our toy poodle, weren't nearly as scary.

So one day Francois disappeared and never came back. I'm pretty sure Dad gave him away. But I longed for my Francois ever since. Then one day in a park in Paris I met Francois....

TO BE CONTINUED ...in the book: I FELL FOR PARIS.

Saturday, June 4, 2016

THE SKIES ABOVE PARIS CRY

SKIES ABOVE PARIS CRY-POURING TEARS OF RAIN

FLOODS INUNDATE FRANCE

Since the last week of May the skies over France have poured out rain, as though the tears of someone watching over that nation - are falling.

PARIS FLOODS - SEINE SET TO PEAK - MORE RAIN FORECAST

Paris basements are flooded. Museums are closed. So if you find yourself in Paris the week of June 3-10th, 2016 be prepared not to get into the Louvre, Musee' D'Orsay, Grand Palais or other main tourist landmarks in Paris. The transferal of the Louvre's art is underway, says French Minister of Culture, Audrey Azoulay. The Louvre, world's largest museum, seen by 9.7 million tourists per year, has boxed up many of its artworks preparing for storage of the items in its basement. (To put such invaluable artwork in the basement of a city that is rapidly flooding seems foolhardy, but they must have some kind of special underground facility impervious to flowing water to dare such an unexpectedly chancy act.)

http://www.euronews.com/2016/06/03/paris-in-flood-transport-chaos-and-museum-closures-cause-pandemonium

Subway trains in downtown Paris are at a standstill with flooded subway stations and rails. Many roads are closed. Restaurants in the center of Paris, particularly near the Seine are temporarily shuttered up. Paris' riverboat attractions are not operating. Water is so high under bridges that there isn't enough clearance for passengers and boats alike.

Parisians are closely watching the Zouave statue below Pont de l'Alma. In previous floods the water reached various heights according to various parts of the statue's anatomy.

Winter of 1982 the water reached 6.18 meters. In 1955 it climbed to 7.12 meters, and previously, in 1910 floodwaters reached almost up to the statue's head, at 8.62 meters.

ZOAUVE' STATUES FEET ARE COVERED

This is France's worst flooding since recordkeeping began. Seven Departments across the country have severe weather warnings. The Loiret region is one of the most devastated areas. Even the French castle Chambord finds waters threatening to breach its walls like no other enemy can. Water stands pooling in its inner courtyards.

FAMOUS 5,000 YEAR OLD CASTLE FLOODED

CARS ALMOST COMPLETELY SUBMERGED

Officials say the Seine waters started to fall on Saturday, after peaking at its highest in almost 40 years. But France is looking at perhaps ten days before the waters actually recede entirely. Unfortunately, more rain is in the forecast.

http://www.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/World/Europe/River-Seine-water-levels-decrease-after-paris-flooding-peak/articleshow/52587299.cms

So why have the skies above Paris been deluging the nation with a downpour of tears? Perhaps it's because Paris and all of France are undergoing radical change, invisible to the eyes of most. Just as in America something called "Cognitive Dissonance" goes on among the majority of the populace while they carry out their busy lives.

FIGHTING COGNITIVE DISSONANCE AND THE LIES WE TELL OURSELVES

PARIS IS FLOODED - BUT IS IT REALLY JUST WATER?

The inviting culture that has been France's hallmark, its history, castles left by royalty, love of the arts, architecture, fine food and wine may now be erased. Within a few short decades its culture will have radically changed.

The last major conquering force very overtly changed Parisian culture. After two millennia a civilization has lost its collective memory and therefore its will to survive.

Some say Caesar's greatest military victory was his invasion of Gaul, in 59 B.C. Fifty -five thousand Romans warred upon 250,000 Celts from 58 to 51 B.C. Julius Caesar's published commentary vividly recalls the successful invasion.

COMMENTARIES ON THE GALLIC WAR by Gaius Julius Caesar

He proclaimed himself Gaul's governor, building a 14-mile wide fortress. In 52 B.C. Celtic leader Vercingetorix was imprisoned, then finally strangled in Rome's Forum.

Frenchmen were created from a mixture of Gallic and Roman DNA. So the Celtic culture of the original inhabitants declined amidst the warlike nature of the overpowering Romans. Ancient France was now forever changed by its cruel conquerors, who by proximity mated with and married the native people. Then Rome ruled Gaul for 500 years. It seems like a long time to us in modern days, but patterns of history repeat themselves when you see a long range view.

Only not all conquerors are quite so visible. An undetectable serpent, whose winding segments continually attach themselves together over the wide expanse of Europe, are forming into a deadly leviathan, planning to strangle the rich life out of the beautiful European nations, including France itself.

Socialistic politically, France has no clue, and will be taken completely unawares by the insidiously creeping devourer that will snuff the breath out of that beautiful culture.

THE DEATH OF FREE SPEECH: THE WEST VEILS ITSELF

World news for the most part refuses to report what is happening in surrounding nations like Germany and Sweden. Invaders have swept in, raping the womenfolk, as always happens as a byproduct of cruel war.

German and Swiss women are afraid to walk the streets of their cities for fear they will be raped or killed by lawless warriors who prey upon the kind-hearted population. Girls as young as eleven, are being gang-raped by these heartless brutes. Humanitarian Western culture, deceived by their Christian-formed psyches don't understand the invaders one bit, and will allow them to Trojan-Horse-march across their country-sides.

EUROPE'S RAPE EPIDEMIC: WESTERN WOMEN WILL BE SACRIFICED

Paris is being washed, bathed in flood waters, perhaps even being BAPTIZED. France's only hope for deliverance from the fate ahead is turning to Jesus Christ - the Savior of all the Earth.

Only realizing that the One who came to set all Mankind Free, will actually keep nations free, and will save the countries who turn to Him for help. But don't wait until it's too late.

No matter whether you are Catholic or Protestant or any other religion, no matter what any man says - be he king or pope, Jesus said:

"I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life, no man cometh unto the Father except by Me." John 14:6

Only by turning with all their heart in repentance, realizing how far they have turned from Christ, will France last as a whole nation. Only by making Jesus Christ its "figurehead", will France remain free.

So be Baptized, be Baptized, Paris and all of France. Stay free!

"Where the Spirit of the Lord is - there is LIBERTY!" II Corinthians 3:17

FLOODS INUNDATE PARIS