The other morning I got up and as I was spooning dry oatmeal into my bowl I was suddenly dizzy and the oatmeal went all over the counter top. I didn’t fall but I was really surprised. I remembered Maurice having vertigo and our trip to the ER in the ambulance a few months ago and was hoping I wouldn’t be doing the same. His vertigo turned out to be connected to mononucleosis of all things. I haven’t been sick so this was out of the blue. So I hoped it would pass and even went ahead and went to the Eiffel Tower to take photos. The next morning I was dizzy with the sort of “I had too much to drink” feeling which I, unfortunately, am familiar with so I went to our doctor. I hate going to the doctor. All of the ones I have been to here in Paris always overbook and it isn’t unusual to sit in the waiting room for well over an hour. The plus is that our doctor’s office is right across the street. I’m a bit suspicious of her although she claims to specialise in nutrition as she told Maurice, when he wanted to lose some weight, that he could have a baguette a day. Only in France, right? Anyway, she said she thought I had a virus infection of the middle ear. Did you know that there isn’t a word for dizzy in French? At least I couldn’t find one and Maurice came up blank with a French word. I looked it up in the dictionary and the translation said, “avoire la tete qui tourne”-my head is spinning. What I was unpleasantly surprised with is that my blood pressure was elevated. I have never had high blood pressure, always dead normal. She asked me if I exercised and I told her that I did aerobic classes five days a week and she told me that I was addicted to exercise-I know that is possible with other people but, believe me, that is not the case with me-and that I should cut down to two days a week. Hmmm. If you look up ways to lower blood pressure exercise is right at the top of the list along with losing weight. I do admit that three of the classes are really tough and I have to push myself to keep up. God, am I getting old? I’m thinking maybe of switching to yoga which seems a little less strenuous unless they want me standing on my head or something. I’m heading to the States in April so I won’t be doing the classes anymore in any case. Ah, life.
I went to the Eiffel Tower because in March some of the trees there bloom with pink flowers. I saw some photos on Instagram the other day and knew I had to get out there as those pink flowers don’t last very long. I took just about the very same photos last year. I can’t believe it is March already-and that it is almost over.

As I approached I saw a guy with five rabbits. I’m sure he wanted money but he didn’t notice me taking a quick photo. Just in time for Easter.

There were some bushes blooming with yellow flowers.

Mostly the pink flowers.

This was my favourite one.

I always find something new to charm me in the Marais, or even stop to enjoy something I’ve seen many times.

The synagogue designed by Guimard always appeals to me.

The soldiers on the streets by Jewish schools and synagogues is new since the recent attacks.

Street cleaner wearing his green outfit with that silly green broom.

The inviting interior of a restaurant, The Dome. One day I may eat there.

At the small museum in the Marais, the Cognacq Jay, is a display right now with some designs by Christian Lacroix. He had mostly contributed clothing.

He did this too, sort of a military look.

I was with a friend from the States the other day and we saw not one but two cultural exhibits.

The first was at the Hotel de Ville where an exhibit of photos were on display, from the beginning of photography to the present. All of the photographers belong(ed) to Magnum Organisation.

I love this photo by Henri Cartier-Bresson taken just before the man splashed into the water.

Next we headed over to the Petite Palais. They always have a permanent exhibition here. It’s a beautiful building too, as you can see.

A pretty art nouveau vase on display. (a bit fuzzy)

The gorgeous interior courtyard/walkway.

The also had the original art supplies, stool, umbrella, etc. set up. I forgot to get the name of the artist but I remember that he was an impressionist.

You see artists all over Paris either doing their work or trying to sell it. There are many up on Montmartre in the Place de Tertra but you can find them just about anywhere.

In progress by the Pont des Arts.

A photographer was trying to get a shot of this wedding couple with crowds of people walking by.

Artists can paint anywhere, even on their laps.

You usually only see these types of artists up on Montmartre.

Florists often seem to be artists with their displays.

The sun came out one chilly afternoon a few weeks ago and I was lucky enough to get some photos around the Latin Quarter next to Notre Dame.

This is my favourite view of Notre dame from the back where you can see the flying buttresses.

Wedding photos are common around here. Too bad those awful “love locks” are still there.

These little stalls along the Seine are called “bouquinistes” They once only sold books but now include things for tourists as well.

A view of Notre Dame from the front in the sun.

I always take friends to the Marais when they visit. It’s one of my favourite areas of Paris, full of interesting architecture.

Walking down a street I got a glimpse of this beautiful garden which is at the back of the Cognacq Jay Museum.

I love this little watch tower on the side of a wall which was once a convent.

Two of these on doors of a building, once a home. I believe they are keeping away evil spirits. They certainly are eye-catching.

Kosher bread in the window of a Jewish shop.

The half timbered siding of what is now a youth hostel.

A paved alley between a church and other buildings sloping down to the Seine. I just saw this in a commercial for Givenchy Men’s Cologne with Simon Baker riding a bike down this. Rather bumpy.

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