In 1928 George Gershwin composed a symphony called An American in Paris.
The music evokes the sights and the energy of Paris in the twenties.
On my way back home from Helsinki last Sunday I made a stop in Paris, a place where I lived for some fifteen years, a city I have always loved, even before my first visit back in 1969, the year when Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin made scandal with Je t'aime moi non plus.
I had someone to meet, someone whom I hadn't seen for fifteen years, or maybe more.
We used to work together, to have lunch together, or to go for a swim together during lunchtime. For some time we even shared the same room at the office, the place being limited by many newcomers.
And then it came to an end, and we didn't meet each other until some months ago, and only virtually.
Today Peter is composing his blogging symphony of a Swede in Paris. He has already shown us places and events from the arrondissement where he lives, and he's slowly - or should I say rapidly as he's always hurrying like on the picture - increasing his blogging activity to other arrondissements as well.
Maybe someone will some day make a film based upon Peter's symphony, just like the one directed by Vincente Minnelli and starring Gene Kelly in 1951 was based on the music by Gershwin.