There's a certain time in Paris in the early evening that my friend Elaine calls "the violet hour." It's when the sky gives way to twilight and the lights of the city start to flicker on. The beautiful white buildings turn bluish-purple. Elaine's husband, Jean-Loup, teases her about this "violet hour." He jokes: "Elaine is the only one who has ever heard of it." But I think Elaine has it aptly described. Recently on the Rue Violet, pictured above, Paris' violet magic was at work.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
The Violet Hour
There's a certain time in Paris in the early evening that my friend Elaine calls "the violet hour." It's when the sky gives way to twilight and the lights of the city start to flicker on. The beautiful white buildings turn bluish-purple. Elaine's husband, Jean-Loup, teases her about this "violet hour." He jokes: "Elaine is the only one who has ever heard of it." But I think Elaine has it aptly described. Recently on the Rue Violet, pictured above, Paris' violet magic was at work.
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My favorite prohibition-style cocktail lounge in Chicago is called The Violet Hour...
The Violet Hour exists - I sang a song of that name back in the day.
Rebecca
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