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Ostala sam vam dužna još jednu razglednicu iz Pariza. Malo letnjeg pariskog neba, za ove zavejane dane.  Živopisno, ali hirovito, baš kao i same Parižanke, lako menja ćud od vedre do tmurne, i nazad. Nebo nad Parizom je sve samo ne dosadno! Znate, kod pariskog fashion weeka oduvek me je čudilo (da ne kažem nerviralo) što letnje kolekcije nekako nisu dovoljno letaste, dok bih u složenici jesen-zima slobodno mogla da precrtam drugu reč. Sve se raščistilo (osim neba, naravno) kada sam prozebla od jesenjeg pariskog vetra, i to u sred avgusta. Valjda me ništa manje ne bi razočarao ni atlantski vlažan decembarski dan, umesto snežne idile u minusu. 

Parisko nebo najlepše se gleda sa poslednjeg sprata kultnog Pompidua. Između pogleda na krovove Marea, smestila se izložba Gerharda Rihtera - apstraktan ili foto-realističan, savršeno leži na nebu koje boji Sunce u zalasku. Toliko za ovaj put, a do sledeće pariske avanture - au revoir!

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I've just realized that I still own you another postcard from Paris. A bit of Parisian sky in the Summer, for these snowy days. Vivid, yet capricious as Paris girls themselves, can easily shift from  bright to gloomy and vice versa. The sky over Paris is everything but boring! You know, when it comes to Paris fashion week, I've always been astonished (or, should I say annoyed) that Summer collections are simply not summery enough and I could definitely scratch the word Winter from the Fall-Winter season, at least in real life. Everything (except for the sky, of course) became clear when I froze under a cold Parisian wind in the middle of August. I guess a damp and gray December day instead of a snowy fairy tale I'm used to would be no less of a disappointment. 

The best place to watch the ever changing sky over Paris is definitely Centre Pompidou. Between the roofs of Marais lay the paintings of Gerhard Richter - be it at his most abstract, or photo-realistic self, they blend perfectly with the background sky painted with the colors of the setting Sun. Enough for this postcard, 'till next time under the Parisian sky - au revoir!

Sećate se one fine nostalgične izmaglice, koju evocira Woody Allen u svom filmu Ponoć u Parizu? Kada vas vremeplov baci pravo za sto u Moulan Rougeu, za kojim sede lično Van Gogh, Paul Gaugain i verovatno najupečatljivija figura pariskog noćnog života, Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, počinjete da se pitate da li ikada želite da se vratite u sadašnjost. Musee d'Orsay možda nije pravi vremeplov, ali definitivno će vas naterati da razmislite da li želite da izađete i - vratite se u realnost. Smestio se na levoj obali Sene, u prostoru stare, napuštene železničke stanice iz doba Belle Époque. Mnogo ga više volim od čuvenog Louvrea, jer, za razliku od besomučne jurnjave kroz hodnike, stilove i epohe, nudi jedno kompletno iskustvo, daje vam vremena i mesta da zaista osetite Pariz na prelazu između XIX i XX veka, udahnete revolucionarni duh impresionizma, divite se slobodi post-impresionizma. Hipnotisano gledam u Doručak na travi i razmišljam koliki je Mane bio panker. Impresionizam - kao novi pravac, novi manifest, prst u oko Akademiji, koja je odbila da ga izloži jer je, zaboga, bio - previše slobodan. 

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Remember that fine mist of nostaligia that Woody Allen wrapped around you so gently in his movie Midnight in Paris? When a time machine drops you right at the table with Van Gogh, Paul Gaugain and the infamous Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, you start wondering whether reality is worth coming back. Musee d'Orsay might not be a real time machine, but it will definitely make you wish you never have to leave. Comfortably settled on famous Rive gauche, the museum is actually an old railway station, evoking Belle Époque at every step. I prefer it to the famous Louvre, because, in contrast to its chaotic rundown through hallways, styles and epoques, Musee d'Orsay offers a complete experience, gives you both time and space to feel Paris at the turn of centuries. Adore the revolutionary spirit of impressionism, breathe the freedom post-impressionism has to offer! I stare hypnotized at Le déjeuner sur l'herbe and think how Manet was the biggest punker ever. The Royal Academy might have refused to exibit his work for being too liberal, but Manet and dozen of his like minded friends offered a manifesto, a new way of thinking, et voilà – the Impressionism was born.