Well, that's it. This is the darkest day of the year, and boy, I'm missing my 17 hours of June daylight right about now. I am celebrating the return of the sun wholeheartedly this year as I've never spent a winter this far north before. I know rationally that there's months of winter ahead, but mentally, I feel like it's spring.
So recently, I hit the Paris vu par Hollywood exhibit at Hotel de Ville. Coming out and walking along the Seine, I saw something I don't usually see every day.
Kettle Drums and Brass and sabers. I...still have no idea why this was going on. The only people watching were those held up to get across Rue du Rivoli. I was on a little traffic island and saw the whole thing pass.
It was fascinating- the kettle drummers have the reins attached to their stirrups, and the horses had old-school quarter marks on their hindquarters.
The horses were color-coordinated! Typical Parisen.
The uniforms were gorgeous. Very Jean-Paul Gaultier.
And just like that, c'est fini. Aside from a few piles of poop piled up as evidence on Rivoli, I felt like I had just seen a ghost.