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L’heure bleue

Some midweek fluff for your enjoyment. :-)

The sun has set, but night has not yet fallen. It’s the suspended hour… The hour when one finally finds oneself in renewed harmony with the world and the light. L’Heure Bleue is the moment when the sun disappears beneath the horizon and the sky is painted with night’s velvet. It is an atmosphere, an inexpressible rendering exceptional moments.

That’s from the website of parfumier Guerlain, which has been making a scent called L’Heure Bleue since 1912, and I think it’s a lovely description of the magic that happens at the end of the day, when the world holds its breath and, just for a moment, time stands still.

L’heure bleue in Venice.