#montmartre in the rain

[fidjiefidjie]

Vacances d'été à Paris ! 🗼🌧 😏.... Montmartre

Source: Météo express (28/07/23)

Bel après-midi 👋

#funny videos #bonnes vacances #happy holidays #été #paris #montmartre #déluge #humour #météo express #escalier de montmartre #pluie #rain #summer #belaprèsmidi #fidjie fidjie

[thingsdavidlikes]

Montmartre la nuit by Nico Geerlings

#50mm #blackandwhite #ngimages #nicogeerlingsphotography #paris #streetphotography #summilux #montmartre #lamarckcaulaincourt #rain #leicam10monochrom #streetsatnight #nightphotography #metropolitain #flickr #thingsdavidlikes

[sassy-zorua]

Spring Rain, Montmartre, Paris, France

#Spring Rain #Montmartre #Paris #France

[beezusishere]

Spring Rain, Montmartre, Paris, France

#Spring Rain #Montmartre #Paris #France

[l33ap]

videos I took in Paris, feat. my song L1K3 TH3 RA1N (PART 2)

#paris #montmartre #cemetery #cimetière #rainy #rain #moody #moody aesthetic #graveyard #sad music #music #sad songs #artists on tumblr #underground artists

[davebriggs007]

French Via Flickr: Montmatre, Paris

#Paris #France #December #2023 #Montmartre #Night #Low light #Gallery #Shop #Street #After rain #flickr

[letsdiscussaboutsherlock]

Spring Rain, Montmartre, Paris, France

#Spring Rain #Montmartre #Paris #France

[herve-ramboz-photographie]

#montmartre #rain #rain weather #alley #night #night life #wet #night scene #night street #nightlife #night street photography #street #Street Photography #streetshot #Paris #Parisian #parisianstyle #parismonamour #nikon #nikonphotography #nikon z6

[benminkoff]

Spring Rain, Montmartre, Paris, France

#Spring Rain #Montmartre #Paris #France

[random-brushstrokes]

Pierre Bonnard - Montmartre in the Rain (1897)

#pierre bonnard #french art #cityscape #paris #1890s

[lascitasdelashoras]

Fritz Henle — Montmartre in the rain

#fritz henle #montmartre #paris

[sassy-zorua]

Spring Rain, Montmartre, Paris, France

#Spring Rain #Montmartre #Paris #France

[mote-historie]

Carlègle (aka Charles Émile Egli) or C.H. Roussel, Elegant lady with hat in profile (Dame élégante avec chapeau de profil), Illustration for the book Les Linottes, written by Georges Courteline, 1912.

Les Linottes: In the preface, the author describes the impetus which gave life to this novel - singular in his work - and where he returns to the childhood memories which permeate the entire book: "Of all the books that I have written , there is none who gave me more joy and sweetness in writing it than the one whose pages follow and whose each sentence, each line, each syllable is a reminder of the distant hours which were the beginnings of my life. It was in Montmartre that I lived these hours, as it seems that Montmartre and I were made for each other, from 1865 which saw me, my behind exposed to passers-by, busy patting pâtés of sand from the flat of my white wooden shovel, to 1871, a time when family life gave way for me to college life and the turbulent wandering of the street to the provincial sadnesses which were to rain down on me from 1871 to 1878, from top of Meaux Cathedral, with the hours, their halves and their quarters. » (x)

#georges courteline #1912 #les linottes #du livre #charles emile egli #carlegle #Georges Courteline #Charles Émile Egli #Carlègle #C.H. Roussel #Charles Roussel #hats #big hats #vintage hats #1910s fashion #1910s hats #montmartre #paris #1910s paris

[lawrenceleemagnuson]

Pierre Bonnard (France 1867-1947) Montmartre in the Rain (1897) oil on paper on panel 69.9 x 95 cm

[wooahaes]

oil on canvas

pairing: non-idol!the8 x gn!reader

genre: magic au?

word count: 0.6k~

warnings: magic :)

daisy's notes: in all honesty the painting mentioned is rly pretty and i implore u to look at it

Minghao would argue that one should remember falling asleep. Maybe not the exact moment, but the process: of getting in bed, of curling up, and trying. Therefore: waking up right now was absolutely the weirdest part of everything going on. Not waking up in an art gallery in London while abroad for work. Not even being here after hours. The process of waking up specifically was the part that was weird to him. He’d sat up, having been slumped over one of those seats. He winced a little, eyes squeezing shut as he ran a hand through his hair. How… exactly did he end up here? And why did no one—

Before he could consider the question any further, he saw you.

You had walked through the art gallery as if you belonged there, searching the paintings as you went. Minghao pushed himself up, stumbling after you. He caught himself on a doorway, looking around as you continued to walk past painting after painting. His voice died on his lips as he called out to you, pulling himself upright as he rushed to pursue you. The only security guards around were collapsed, and it had to be your fault, right? Things felt a little less foggy now: he’d left his phone in the gallery while studying the art. He’d come back to flag someone down, found a door open, and… then it was all blank. 

He found you easily enough. You stood in front of Pissarro’s Boulevard Montmartre at Night, staring intensely at the canvas. Minghao made his way toward you, only to hurry once he saw you raise a hand up. He reached out, fingers curling around your wrist tight before you could touch the canvas, and yet he realized how little he’d thought about this when your gaze met his own.

He grew sheepish for a moment, unsure of what he could say to you. He, too, wasn’t supposed to be here after all. “You’re not supposed to touch—”

“Do you wanna see something cool?” You gave him this knowing smile, and suddenly Minghao couldn’t help but want to know what was going on inside of your head. 

He furrowed his brow. “What are you…? Who are you?”

“Not supposed to be here,” you shrugged. “But neither are you. And since you’re awake…” 

You’d reached out, grabbing his hand all too quickly, and raised the other one up to the painting. Right where he expected to see your fingers make contact with the canvas, it phased through. The world around him disappeared all too quickly as he felt the ground disappear out from underneath him, only to end up sprawled out on the ground. The night sky above him swirled with color in a way that didn’t quite feel so real, and he pushed himself up to see you standing there for barely a moment. You’d craned your neck, looking around through the still crowd, and then spotted something as you took off after it.

Which meant Minghao had to scramble to his feet, rushing after you as he called out for you to wait. The streets were slick from rain, and it did nothing but nearly slow him down as he fought to catch up with you.

“Stay close,” you said once he was within earshot. “It’s safer that way.”

“Safer—” He started to question, only to notice he saw movement ahead of the two of you. The world around you had been entirely still, requiring both of you to weave through the crowd with a little more ease than if it were moving. Yet he could see the person clearly, red jacket standing out against the figures around the two of you.

“Just stay close,” you said. “I’ll explain later.”

Minghao held onto the back of your sleeve, staring ahead at that splash of red against a world painted in yellows and blues and oranges. All within a day, he’d ended up wrapped up in something far bigger than he could ever dream of.

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#wooahaes.fic #seventeen imagine #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #svt x reader #svt imagine #svt x you #the8 x reader #the8 x you #xu minghao x reader #xu minghao x you #wooahaes.fall23

[hauntedbythenarrative]

On mourning myself

Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems, Dulce María Loynaz//A Breath of Life, Clarice Lispector//angels in the cemetery//Centres of Cataclysm: Celebrating Fifty Years of Modern Poetry in Translation; from ‘Fog Land’, Ingeborg Bachmann//Claude Monet//Night, The City Has Simmered Down, Alexander Blok//Montmartre in the rain, Pierre Bonnard//Sound of the War, Vicente Aleixandre//Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoevsky//The Merry Cemetery, Amrita Sher-Gil//The Unabridged Journals, Sylvia Plath//Sylvia Plath//Weeping Madonna Statue

#melancholy #sadness #grief #web weaving #quotes #words #poetry #mine #mistakes #regrets #sylvia plath #self destruction #pain #clarice lispector #religious imagery #death #dulce maría loynaz #ingeborg bachmann #claude monet #alexander blok #pierre bonnard #vicente aleixandre #fydor dostoevsky #amrita sher gil #cemetery #graveyard #tears #weeping #hurting #hurt