Adding another post has turned out to be more difficult. I spent quite a lot of time describing out day, and suddenly, everything I had written disappeared. After a lot of fumbling around, with no luck, I have begun anew.
We had a great dinner yesterday evening at Le Procope. We were both tired after our long flight with two changes--one in Chicago and another at Heathrow. I probably had about 2 hours sleep, Pat a little more. We arrived at our apartment and were somewhat surprised. For one thing, it's a good deal smaller than it appears on the video. It's also not as lusurious as it appears on the video--I'm thinking Photoshop. For example, the shiny wood floors in the video have been painted whiet. Actually, these floors have not been shiny for at least a hundred years, and probably never were. The apartment that Eunice and I had last fall was not only better located, it was much nicer. I don't mean to imply that our trip is ruined, but it is a little disappointing.
Our apartment is a few steps from a famous bakery--Poilaine. We had some of their delicious bread for breakfast, along with a croissant and some melon that we had bought yesterday afternoon before going to dinner.
This morning after breakfast, we took the Metro over to the Eiffel Tower where we caught the #69 bus, which took us on a scenic route past the Louvre and Les Invalides. We were headed for the Pompidou, which houses the Museum of Modern Art where there is a wonderful exhibit of Matisse's work from his early, middle, and late work. Both Pat and I had read about this exhibit and we were not disappointed. Afterwards, we spent a couple hours with the permanent collection.
When our feet could take no more art, we were on the Metro again, this time we came through Chatelet, the biggest and busiest Metro station. When we changed, we had to walk a long, including a moving sidewalk like the big airports. We stopped at one point to listen to an orchestra of about 15 or so musicians playing the Cannon in D. We eventually ended up back in the Latin Quarter where we stopped and had a cup of coffee at a sidewalk cafe and simply sat and people
watched. Paris has some of the most interesting people--some of the most chic as
well as the tackiest and everything in between.
On our way back to the apartment, we stopped to buy supplies at a wonderful market where my friend Eunice and I used to shop last fall--camembert, a slice of duck terrine, some little new potatoes, some cornichons for Pat, a bottle of Bordeaux, and a baguette.
The weather seems to have cleared up for now. Last night and this morning, it rained, but this afternoon the sun came out. I'm hoping it stays that way.
We had a great dinner yesterday evening at Le Procope. We were both tired after our long flight with two changes--one in Chicago and another at Heathrow. I probably had about 2 hours sleep, Pat a little more. We arrived at our apartment and were somewhat surprised. For one thing, it's a good deal smaller than it appears on the video. It's also not as lusurious as it appears on the video--I'm thinking Photoshop. For example, the shiny wood floors in the video have been painted whiet. Actually, these floors have not been shiny for at least a hundred years, and probably never were. The apartment that Eunice and I had last fall was not only better located, it was much nicer. I don't mean to imply that our trip is ruined, but it is a little disappointing.
Our apartment is a few steps from a famous bakery--Poilaine. We had some of their delicious bread for breakfast, along with a croissant and some melon that we had bought yesterday afternoon before going to dinner.
This morning after breakfast, we took the Metro over to the Eiffel Tower where we caught the #69 bus, which took us on a scenic route past the Louvre and Les Invalides. We were headed for the Pompidou, which houses the Museum of Modern Art where there is a wonderful exhibit of Matisse's work from his early, middle, and late work. Both Pat and I had read about this exhibit and we were not disappointed. Afterwards, we spent a couple hours with the permanent collection.
When our feet could take no more art, we were on the Metro again, this time we came through Chatelet, the biggest and busiest Metro station. When we changed, we had to walk a long, including a moving sidewalk like the big airports. We stopped at one point to listen to an orchestra of about 15 or so musicians playing the Cannon in D. We eventually ended up back in the Latin Quarter where we stopped and had a cup of coffee at a sidewalk cafe and simply sat and people
watched. Paris has some of the most interesting people--some of the most chic as
well as the tackiest and everything in between.
On our way back to the apartment, we stopped to buy supplies at a wonderful market where my friend Eunice and I used to shop last fall--camembert, a slice of duck terrine, some little new potatoes, some cornichons for Pat, a bottle of Bordeaux, and a baguette.
The weather seems to have cleared up for now. Last night and this morning, it rained, but this afternoon the sun came out. I'm hoping it stays that way.
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