The last leg of our journey took us to Paris for four days. We returned our rental car in St Malo and boarded the high-speed TGV train which can travel up to 200 miles per hour.
Lorette used the time to catch up on her journal.
The trouble with posting travel photos on Facebook for clever friends to see is that you get reposts like this:
Our hotel in Paris was the Luxembourg Parc, you guessed it, right across the street from Luxembourg Park.
There were quite a few neighborhood restaurants within walking distance of the hotel. Cuisine de Philippe was right across the alley.
Most of the rain during our trip occurred while we were on the train. Looks like some other folks weren’t so lucky.
One of my favorite things about Paris is just taking time to get lost while walking around. Here are some random street scenes…
I think it is possible to buy anything in Paris. A couple of shop windows…
The Orsay Museum used to be a railroad station.
OK, time to play tourist. Here we are at the Arc de Triomphe, built by Napoleon to commemorate the French victory at the Battle of Austerlitz in 1805.
A closer view of the Eiffel Tower from underneath.
On to the Louvre.
Remember that Facebook friend with Photoshop and too much time on his hands?
The Louvre is probably the most famous museum in the world and, as such, it gets thousands of visitors every day. The day we were there was no exception.
Tired of the crowds, we asked this guy for some restaurant tips.
So many bistros, so little time.
Literally right across the street from our hotel was the Luxembourg Museum. Turns out the current exhibition was titled: Paul Durand-Ruel, The Impressionist Gamble- Manet, Monet Renoir…. Durand-Rule was a Parisian art dealer who was one of the first to embrace the Impressionist Movement in the late 1800s. This exhibition was gathered from museums around the world and displayed works that had passed through Durand-Ruel’s gallery. The crowds were all at the Louvre and the Orsay. This spectacular collection we had virtually all to ourselves.
Right behind the museum is Luxembourg Park, a wonderful public space and a nice place to feel more like a local.
On the way out to explore one day we stumbled upon this little hole-in-the wall place which had eight tables fit into a space no larger than our kitchen. I ordered blood sausage and apparently chose the wrong wine to go with it. The waitress tactfully suggested a more suitable pairing. That’s how memories are made!
We had a four-day Metro pass and got pretty good at finding our way around Paris.
Construction of Notre-Dame Cathedral began in 1163 and was among the first buildings in the world to use flying buttress (arched exterior supports) none of which are shown in this photo.
A visit to Sacré-Cœur Basilica located at the summit of the butte Montmartre, the highest point in the city.
A Metro ticket also works for the funicular which saves walking up 300 steps.
What’s a Basilica without a few gargoyles to ward off the evil spirits?
And to end this rather lengthy post, a question. Why would someone leave their bra and slip beside a tree?