Photos: Sheela Mehrotra

"...All the words that I utter,

And all the words that I write,

Must spread out their wings untiring,

And never rest in their flight,

Till they come where your sad, sad heart is,

And sing to you in the night,

Beyond where the waters are moving,

Storm-darken’d or starry bright."

- William Butler Yeats


I find myself returning to places I know well. Familiar reveries and some new. Crisp air, golden hues, pink skies, deep rose-hued fruits and heirloom roots are what I fancy the most. Misty, soft blooms dancing one last dance as the cold begins to fade in.

A few moments of an autumn Sunday… Jardin du Palais Royal, Marché Biologique Raspail and The Musée Rodin