- iaindryden1
Flaming Icon
New Year's first dawn danced-in with a lithe Parisian woman, a walk filled with kisses and romantic pauses, and yet love's allure was superseded by an urge to sketch Notre Dame, even though the light drizzle slightly blotched my ink.
An icon, the world’s most visited, now smoke swirled, charred remains. Yet back then I was at peace on the banks of La Seine with the elegant cathedral quietly surveying Paris from the end of her island.
