We are leaving Paris today, and I’m feeling sad. I’m up for a new adventure, of course, but this part of the trip has special meaning because I’ve been visiting a dear friend. So on top of seeing the sights, we’re catching up on year’s worth of conversations.

To illustrate today’s post, I’ve chosen a clock that’s in an old train station, Gare D’Orsay, which is now the Museé D’Orsay, chock full of Impressionist paintings. It’s a beautiful clock, but like all clocks it’s a reminder of time passing … and passing … and passing.

Travel seems to slow the passage of time. But not enough. Not nearly enough.

Still, we’ll be back through this beautiful city briefly on our way home, so for now it’s “Au revoir, Paris!”