Paris is Blooming in the Spring IV {Perfume Images}

©The Scented Salamander

A lovely avalanche of roses as you get out of the subway station at Passy. A lady carrying a green potted plant. Still more plants needed.

Two years later, this shrub of frothy climbing roses is no more, or has been lying dormant for quite some time...

One day, all the roses had gone, the branches had been cut. It felt like someone with an overabundant mane of hair had suddenly gone bald.

As the roses swayed in the breeze, it used to be visually arresting a spectacle as well as a welcoming vault of rose scents as you headed out up the hill of Passy on the escalator, back to the street. Petals fell poetically on the mechanical stairway.