Cremerie de Grenelle~ Walks in Paris

On a recent walk in our neighborhood in Paris, 

I looked up to see something I don't remember seeing before. 

An old cremerie sign from time gone by. 

                                                   

Clearly the shop below is no longer a cremerie.

By the looks of it, 

it's been there a very long while 

so I just missed it on my many walks down this street. 

I stopped in my tracks and my heart nearly skipped a beat 

when I looked up and saw these magnificent pieces of historical art.

The colorful scenes are a bit hard to make out...

But I'm just happy to have seen them! 

One of the things I love about Paris,

even when you think you've fully seen a particular area,

there is always something new to see. 

You just can't see it all. 

And FYI (re: the last post),

a magical little puzzle piece actually did float down from the sky

and land right into my hands this weekend.

Something I've been pondering for the last year or more

regarding writing about my ancestors 

suddenly took a new shape and perspective 

and gave me the idea I've been looking for. 

It came in the form of an interview I was listening to over the weekend, 

from a decade past and from one man now deceased. 

In fact, the interview and the information has changed my perception on a lot of things,

about myself, the people around me and about history. 

 I know I'll be sharing more about it in a later post. 

It's too big not to share. 

But for now, it's the last day of spring. 

And I'm wishing you magical puzzle pieces 

in your life and the coming season. 

And, like my puzzle piece and the cremerie,
I'm wishing you that joy of finding something new

in what you thought was explored territory!