As has been our habit for breakfast, Eunice went to the pastry shop and bought the flaky apple pastries while I showered. One of our big problems was how to make arrangements for a taxi for our departure tomorrow. (We're going to Beaune, which is located in Burgundy). I called one of the taxis that I found in the yellow pages, but it was a recording, telling me how to push certain numbers for the time we wanted to be picked up, but the only thing I hate more than speaking French over the telephone is listening to French over the telephone. I eventually gave up and we went down stairs and asked the gardien for help, but she was no help at all--her advice was to go to the corner and try to hail a taxi. Eunice, genius that she is, came up with the idea of going to a hotel and asking the desk clerk to help us. There just happens to be a 3 star hotel nearby, and we marched in and Eunice began asking him how to make arrangements for a taxi tomorrow. He heard her accent and immediately began speaking English--he had spent a good deal of time in Australia and was as comfortable in English as he was in French. He called and made a reservation for us for 11:00 a.m. tomorrow. He was very polite, but emphasized that if we didn't show up, he would have to pay for the taxi. We assured him that we would be there. In fact, we have already b ought him a Cote d'Or candy bar (Belgian chocolate) as a little token of our appreciation.
After some discussion, we decided to visit Quai Branly, a marvelous museum not far from the Eiffel Tower. I believe it was built while Chirac was still president. The front of the building has plants growing on it, and there is a garden in the entry way that is full of plants--lots of ferns and low growing plants, as well as larger ones. The architecture of the building is as interesting as the exhibits, and the exhibits were phenominal. They were all preimitives from Asia, Oceania, Africa, and the Americas. It is a museum that features indigenous art, cultures, and civilizations from the above continents. It opened in 2006.
On the way to the museum, we came to a flea market, which was fascinating. I bought a little figurine made of white porcelain. It's a bit erotic. An angel (they're all male I think) is about to kiss a reclining nude woman. It looks a bit Rodinish to me, but Eunice says that it's too delicate for Rodin. Anyway, I like it. It's another one of my little treasures, and the fact that I bought it at a Paris flea market makes it special.
By tomorrow this time (7:00 p.m.--12:01 p.m. CST) we should be in Beaune, perhaps sampling some of their Pinot Noir--or Chardonay, should we be in the mood for a white.
After some discussion, we decided to visit Quai Branly, a marvelous museum not far from the Eiffel Tower. I believe it was built while Chirac was still president. The front of the building has plants growing on it, and there is a garden in the entry way that is full of plants--lots of ferns and low growing plants, as well as larger ones. The architecture of the building is as interesting as the exhibits, and the exhibits were phenominal. They were all preimitives from Asia, Oceania, Africa, and the Americas. It is a museum that features indigenous art, cultures, and civilizations from the above continents. It opened in 2006.
On the way to the museum, we came to a flea market, which was fascinating. I bought a little figurine made of white porcelain. It's a bit erotic. An angel (they're all male I think) is about to kiss a reclining nude woman. It looks a bit Rodinish to me, but Eunice says that it's too delicate for Rodin. Anyway, I like it. It's another one of my little treasures, and the fact that I bought it at a Paris flea market makes it special.
By tomorrow this time (7:00 p.m.--12:01 p.m. CST) we should be in Beaune, perhaps sampling some of their Pinot Noir--or Chardonay, should we be in the mood for a white.
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