Not going to regale you with listings of all the pictures I loved in the Musée d’Orsay reading over my earlier posts makes me shudder to think what an art snob I sound like but I have scribblings of the names in my sketchbook, and can always post them here later for my own record if I can read my own handwriting, that is ;)
Had been able to view it from the Eiffel Tower - even from afar, it had stood out clearly in the distance -
We got there and were able to take pictures just as the sun started to set and bathed the city in that beautiful Parisienne golden light. But then the skies opened up, and the rain which had threatened all day (a couple of sun showers earlier notwithstanding) came down in torrents.
Tried to wait it out, thinking rain falling that hard would have to eventually let up - but this was Paris. We quickly realized that sure-footing would be a risk neither of us was willing to take, and we returned home.
still finding the words,…
Set out early, itinerary in hand. First stop: the famed flea markets of Paris.
Took the Metro as far north as it goes - right to the end of the line. Realized once we stepped out that these were the streets which had seen so much violence last year.
This is an area of Paris which has had an influx of immigrants from North Africa, and is burdened by high rates of unemployment. Didn’t see the usual evidence of depression - open and airy, with wide, tree-lined streets, the beautiful old terraced buildings adding an elegance not found in N. Amer slums - empty the streets of people this the first time we came across people hawking their wares on street corners - and this area is still the Paris of our dreams.
Jill’s tummy was upset, so we took a vacation from our vacation. my feet probably needed the extra day of rest
Went for a nice dinner at Maison Teissedre, the little café we discovered our first night. Watched the elegant French couples walking the promenade in front of us
I made a new discovery: red martinis!
We asked our waiter how to make them, but were told it was *a secret recipe* note to self: must google later. I think it must have one of those stomach bitters in it - it came accompanied with a carousel of worchester sauce, tabasco, salt and pepper…delish
