Please welcome guest wordbk blogger Marcia Howard:
I've used this word a lot to describe the scenes and the sights of Paris. Its like god and man have finally began to conspire together to create supreme moments. The clouds would part, the sun would begin to shine. You walk for hours only to find yourself at the foot of the Sacré-Cœur, on a hill overlooking all of the great architecture of Paris. The air becomes just slightly cooler, a small breeze on your skin. The haze of city and the setting sun turns everything a rich pink, fading into magnificent purples as the sky darkens ever so slightly.
And to top it off, there in the background is a moppy haired boy with a guitar, face as sweet as an angel. Singing "Because maybeeeeee, You're gonna be the one who saves meeeee.And after alllllll, You're my wonderwaaaallllllll."
Surrounded by a large group of what seems to be a mixture of tourist and 15 year old girls practically screaming along, here amidst the most dramatic scene in all of Paris, is a concert of contemporary alternative music (with the occasional beatles song thrown in so their parents feel a little love as well).
We kept waiting for the memo that maybe Jason Mraz would be up next performing "The Remedy." Followed by Hanson and "mmmmbop"
I'm almost sure that there has to be laws in Paris protecting the architecture of the city. Lots of rules and regulations that prevent developers from walking in and tearing everything down to build monuments to luxury. But where are the laws to protect those moments from being overrun by groups of teenage tourist (a large portion of whom, like the singer, were from spain) singing "Seven Nation Army."
Sitting there staring at the type of scene that nearly makes you weep, your moment stolen by the Red Hot Chili Peppers.
During my time in Paris I saw lots of charming street performers. Yeah, they didn't know any John Mayer songs, but seriously who comes all the way to Paris to listen to stand on a hill, watch the sun set and listen to Pop?
I've got two words: