to look up, and imagine…
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Amanda Curtin
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Author of KATHLEEN O’CONNOR OF PARIS (narrative non-fiction), ELEMENTAL and THE SINKINGS (novels) and INHERITED (short story collection). looking up/looking down is an occasional blog about writing, reading and watching the world...
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looking up/looking down 
I could quite easily imagine myself living in one of these gorgeous apartments, spending my time looking down, thinking, oh dear, is that really another photographer taking snaps of my beautiful home. Best give the lovely looking lady a wave. Sigh.:)
Haha, love it, Marlish! 🙂
beautiful , tree reflections gorgeous xxxx
Thanks, Debi. I love reflections 🙂 xxx
It is the light I love, Amanda, to look out and to see! To imagine the past in the future. Thanks for this beautiful picture.
Thanks, Rose. I love that, too. And of course you would be seeing with a poet’s eyes.
Wonderful shots. Where was it taken? Looks a little Parisian but I’m guessing Aussie!
Thanks, Debbie. Your instinct is right: they’re all of Paris! 🙂
You lucky thing! When were you there last?
Yes, very lucky 🙂 These were taken in the very cold winter of January–February 2012.
I’m envious, even if you were there in winter!
They say that because of the strict demands on conformity the Japanese and the English are allowed one eccentricity. In London then I recollect looking up and on the top window sill was a lopped off head.