Postcards from Paris. The photo scavenger hunt continues. Each morning my cousins Gene and Kathy, and my French Husband ask what is on the list for the today. When I tell them what we are going to go see or do, they shake their heads at me and say, "No, no, no the list Goofus!" You see searching for your Paris Postcards have become part of our daily ritual: Espresso, baguettes, photo list, and no respect for Goofus.
While out and about in Paris, Gene is the best for pointing out your requests to me. Though I do not want to puff his head up too much. Gee whiz, you know, I have been busy conducting a tour, finding the metro stops and bathrooms, reading menu, and telling them tidbits (long winded stories)...
Alexandra wrote, "Thanks for the little online travel escape, I needed that today! Here are some flowers to start your day Alexandra, hope today is better.
Every Sunday morning, come rain or shine there is a musette... an accordion player, singing and dancing on rue Mouffetard.
The old French songs, the accordion, the swirl of the dancers, it adds another layer to the atmosphere... Ah, it makes me want to grab a red checked tablecloth off a bistro table, tie it around my waist, grab a beret, smoke a cigarette and dance.
Monica Watercolors asked to see the market place at Place Monge... the musette sang louder than the asparagus and tomatoes.
Katiebell usually I am drawn to the peeling, patina, rough edges of the cafe awnings, the nitty gritty Paris scene... or call it the authentic given that is being washed away... I understand what you mean, tagging is not art, but there is something in the layers of daily life that add a texture that cannot be seen in something pretending to be quaint... Paris looks like a movie set, but it is not, it is alive and kicking, yet sits still letting you in slowly, deeply...
We looked for street art... and in the end gave up because sadly graffiti is what we saw.
Laurie Q. wanted to see a window with a planter of flowers. This one was on the second floor of an apartment building in Montmarte.
Helen wrote, "I would love to see a lady wearing a gorgeous big black hat- please. That would make my day."
A big black I did not find, but gorgeous hot pink one jumped out and surprised me! I hope it does the same for you.
Joann from Idaho... oops I wrote musician down for your Paris Postcard and then when I came back to the computer saw that you wrote fiddler. I hope he is playing your song!
Paris can be overwhelming with its beauty and endless "Oh my God, look at that" moments. It is impossible to take it all in with one leap. Walking around Paris looking for something such as "Paris Postcards" allowed us to look, really look at the little details that are all around. I didn't expect to find ballet slippers... (except on the feet on Degas' ballerinas) so when these waltzed by I laughed out loud, "Marilyn!"
Oh no... I forgot who wanted to see the doorway to Chanel... and worse I took a photo of the sign instead of the doorway. It must have been because Kathy needed a bathroom and we could not find one. Kathy later said, "Either I am going to die or have pee run down my leg... I guess I am going to die."
Later when we found a bathroom I said, "Pee or death, really?"
We laughed about that alot afterwards, because as you know laughing is a big NO-NO when you have to go!
The Luxembourg garden, with the Medici fountain... Amanda Hines, I assumed this was the Borgese fountain!
As you can see I started to get everything mixed up: Black hats became pink, fountains with tiers became lovers, music from an accordion instead of a fiddler, a street sign rather than a door...
I guess you could say it is the thought that counts... kind of like when I go on vacation and bring back a tee-shirt for my children instead of an expensive gift.
Claudia's little ponies in Paris.
Sharon, a French man for your friend to kiss, well if she can find him that is.
Aina asked, " (Show) me one of
the most delicious cake you've stuffed yourself full with...(was it) Tarte Tatin?"
Kathie B. asked what three desserts we had at Chez Paul? We had:
Another handsome French man.... for those who asked silently.
Massilianna, asked to see a handsome American tourist...
Gene and not Kelly in Paris holding a cup with his name.
X marks the spot.
When in Rome you throw three coins into the fountain... when in Paris you put a lock on the foot bridge over the Seine, to seal your love.
Jeannette this is your Paris Postcard.
It is raining in Paris today....
Inside Paris, more Postcards to come.