While reading Paris to the Moon by Adam Gopnik, I found myself being fully intrigued by Gopnik’s descriptions of the Winter Circus. It made me want to be a part of it and really pulled me back to that time era. There was one section of the reading that I stopped and trailed off into my own imagination; “He rides the carousel, the fallen leaves piled neatly all around it, and though bent-up it is a beauty. The animals are chipped, the paint is peeling, the giraffe and elephant are missing hooves and tusks, and the carousel is musicless and graceless.” (Page 38) It made me appreciate what I thought of carousels when I was a child. They were magical and although the “place” may not be physical for everyone since I have never been to Paris, I can still possess the image in my own mind.
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