Sunsets In Paris

As a resident of the vast, dusty skies of Arizona, the sharp, metallic canyons of New York, and now the uniformly ornate twists and turns of Paris, I know a good sunset.

Here, it begins when you ascend the Metro.


And the caps of buildings are swathed in falling golden light.


Or the shadows of people in your neighborhood are elongated, stretched out like an arm beckoning you to explore the hills of varying light, calling to you with disappearing sun.






Silhouettes are sharper, the air is peaceful.


To me, Paris' halved, bouncing gold light thrown on the buildings plus its hazy, wide panorama available from the top of the city settled in yellow combines the best elements of my favorite sunsets.