la beauté sauvera le Monde

“Beauty will save the world”,

a friend quoted Dostoevsky in her recent email.

Moved by these words, I realized how fortunate I am to be surrounded by so much beauty every day.

Beauty, in all its forms, gives us joy. Beauty lifts our spirits, its loveliness never ceases to exist. Beauty gives us hope.

The whimsical Le Toits de Paris HERMES Scarf (Dimitri Rybaltchenko 2006) – takes me right back to Paris
bringing alive so many fond memories. Getting ready for lunch at my friend’s apartment on the Île Saint-Louis
Grotte de Versaillesthe Cave of Versailles, (Maurice Tranchant 1969) reminds me of my favorite part of Versailles
The Queen’s Hamlet | Palace of Versailles – merci Marie Antoinette
the birds outside my window
remind me of another favorite, La Clé des Champs (Françoise Faconnet 1965)
My friend’s gorgeous rhododendron
mimics the beautiful hibiscus flowers of Dimitri Rybaltchenko’s Varangues Hermes (2001)
a wild bunny I sometimes meet on my walk
I hope he did not find his ways into the Chasse au Bois 
(Hunt in the Woods, Carl de Parcevaux 1995)
My favorite part of Paris, the Île de la Cité and Île Saint-Louis
so beautifully captured on Le Pont Neuf à Paris (Philippe Ledoux 1964), which I love so much
and how could the La Cite Cavaliere (Octave Marsal 2019/2020), not immediately capture my imagination and my heart. It reminds me fondly of the map of Paris at my friend’s NYC apartment
California last Monday
a video another friend shared with me recently – she used to fly kites herself
Fond memories of feeding swans in Prague
and the always special Le Bois de Boulogne (Hugo Grygkar 1957)
Lang Lang – BEETHOVEN: Piano Concerto No. 5 under the guidance of Christoph Eschenbach – never stops to move me
and neither does the Voltaire carre (Special Issue Hommage a Jean-Louis Dumas – Edition Loïc Dubigeon and Jean Hubert Pinxit 1994)
Poured some foamed milk into my Nespresso coffee and to my surprise, this is what I got (so many times I tried to make a heart to no avail :-))
and my daughter texted me this image from her walk the next evening
– The Standard High Line hotel, New York, last Saturday –

I will end with another quote from this great Russian novelist

To live without Hope is to Cease to live

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