“I would stand and look out over the roofs of Paris and think, "Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.” ― Ernest Hemingway
Looking at this panorama of roofs punctuated by skylights and guarded by rows of chimneys, one's imagination takes flight and conjures up visions of what is happening, what conversations are taking place, in the hundreds of small apartments, passageways and stairwells below.
I understand Hemingway finding inspiration and a remedy for his writer's block from scenes such as this.