Sacre-Coeur de Montmarte
We had to run, FAST, to get to the church at the top of the steep hill in the Montmarte district. Out of breath, sweaty, and exhausted, we were so happy to make it to the top before Sunset. I remember sitting here, body to body on the cool church steps, holding a bag of rasberry macarons that I couldn't wait to eat. And then, there was quiet as the pink light of Paris slowly turned dark. But, most of all...I remember how I felt sitting here, waiting, hardly believing we were in Paris (Paris, 2018). Sacre-Coeur de Montmarte, 11" x 14" acrylic, art remnants, and found cardboard on recycled paper.
I took this photo as we were running to see the sunset atop Montmarte. The pink light stopped me in my tracks.