Marais - superr cooool.

 

Marais is trendy, upended high end, gentrified bohemian, chic paradise, resplendent with tweed and mesh.

All the locals are looking good. Monasteries and gallery spaces are basically the same thing. Minimalist.

I had been walking in the rain and now in the sun the pavement shone. There is a clarity to the air in February. These rues are narrow. This sidewalk is more so. Wherever there is sunlight there is enchantment. Its angles are acute. There is charm in this.

I like the Marais plenty. It is material and mercurial and everywhere there are beautiful people. Frenchmen graffiti like artistes. Too funny! Frescos and analytic cubism and shit. Angulated cream roses. Nudes! Even the tags on the bridges are tasteful. Mauve and beige and violet jargon for Christ's sake. Not much overlap. Quite gentlemanly bonhomme.

In Europe graffiti has a title like de Balzac. Its title is le Street Art, superr urbain. Chez Dalí, the wallpaper, c'est l'art urbain. Le jour de la Saint-Valentin IS romance alors. But on 15 Feb no love for Faunus. What a has been -->

Paris has unity. It has a standard that facilitates perfecting. Paris is a process of perfection. A confectionary of standards. Stone and cobblestone and catacombs.

After the deluge Paris will be just fine. The Romans christened Paris, Lutetia, built on marshland. Bye bye, Shanghai. See ya later Miami. Arrivederci, Venezia.

Valentine could be any one of three saints. All of whom suffered martyrdom to sell stickers to preschoolers. According to la Dame à la licorne birds couple on the 14 Feb.