Yesterday, Sunday, was free-museum day. Mum, Jack’s Mom, and Jack headed out at 9 30, and E.g. and I left an hour later. The other three decided against the three-hour wait for the lift up the Eiffel Tower, although they did get into the Louvre to see the Mona Lisa and the Venus de Milo. E.g. and I admired the line-up at the Orsay museum before wandering through the 6ieme Arrondissement a bit and then along the river. We walked it, and the other three enjoyed the Bateau-Mouches guided tour, so in a way I guess we shadowed each other.
I, unfortunately, wasn’t feeling well, and so I decided that any café sitting would be a waste of money for E.g. and me. So we looked for a grocer’s in the Faubourg St-Germain, and finally found one in a gas station. On Sunday, more shops are closed than open — a fact we hadn’t been aware of. Another thing to know is that it’s allowable, and much preferable, to have your picnic on a bridge and not on a staircase leading down to the Seine like E.g. and I did. I walked down the ancient stone steps, sniffing, and reporting, “Muscatel… Bordeaux… Heineken…”
Anyway, here are a few photos from our wanderings.
The contemporary architecture of the Forum des Halles, a shopping centre, all faces itself in inner-courtyard fashion, and isn’t noticeable if you’re not standing right next to it.
Hidden inner courtyards aren’t new to Paris. This little doorway in a long yellow wall…
… leads to the huge inner courtyard of the Palais Royal. This is just a bit of it.
This leggy chap was in the Tuileries gardens.
So was this fellow. He looks like someone Nanabush would like.
View of the Seine from the Right Bank, looking towards the Ile de la Cite (the twin-towered Notre Dame de Paris is peeking above the trees).
And back to Les Halles. Behind St-Eustache Church, Seamus makes friends on a 1986 sculpture with some post-1996 friends.