Venice!

We are in Venice and not only that, we are here for a month! We are sharing an apartment with a friend and have all sorts of plans.

We didn’t get into Venice until after sundown so arrived in the dark, something new to me. I have to admit that I like going along the canals in the day time best but it was still lovely.

Behind our place is this private palazzo and they occassionally have parties there with these purple lights. I wonder if I could ever get an invitation despite my lack of Italian?

I love seeing windows lit up at night and these are especially nice.

There is a little bar next to our place that we really like so we went there as soon as we unloaded our suitcases for a spritz cocktail, very popular in Italy.

The bar has new ownership and a new bartender who was a showman, flipping things around and pouring from on high. We were told that he is one of the best bartenders in Venice.

Worth Another Visit

I met a friend at Gare de Lyon and since we were there we decided to have tea at the gorgeous Train Bleu.

As you can see, they were set up for lunch.

There are paintings high above of locations which trains from Gare de Lyon go. This one was Cassis. I wouldn’t mind being on a train headed there. It really is beautiful.

Our tea. We had the chai tea and it came with milk in it.

A side room for dining.

These were for sale there. Maybe I need some opera glasses trimmed in rhinestones.

After Lunch

After lunch which was on Rue du Bac we strolled down the street.

Here was a skirt made of folded newspaper in a rather upscale shop. I have no idea why.

We went into Deyrolle which is famous for its stuffed animals. Before they had zoos, stuffed animals were the way people saw wild animals. The animals here are said to be found dead, not killed. This photo is of the downstairs where they sell gardening objects and books and it’s called le Prince Jardiner.

They use these animals for photo shoots, movies and, I hear, big parties. Maybe I could rent one for my next party.

They have narrow drawers full of fossils, bugs and butterflies.

Even a giraffe!

 

The Flood

As you might be aware, the Seine River is up to flooding levels but, so far, the water is up only along the river and not into Paris itself. A few metro stops were affected and a lower section of the Louvre was closed as it is right next to the Seine but most of us weren’t affected. I read that the population of rats goes up with flooding but luckily I haven’t seen one. The other day I met friends for lunch and decided to go look at the Zouave statue which in normal weather is totally above the Seine. Once the water reaches the feet of the statue, you know the river is rising.

A look at the flooding. Normally you can walk where those trees are.

Here is the Statue on Pont l’Alma. As you can see, the water is almost to his waist.

A close up. If the level of water is at his head then there is a flood like the one of 1910 where streets around Notre Dame were full of three feet if water.

Next to the café were these beautiful mimosa with purple irises. I love yellow and purple together.

We ate here at the Café Varenne. My friend wanted to eat here because Ina Gartner has a place nearby and this is the first place they come when visiting Paris. I loved the interior-so Parisian.

My American friend had the profiterol for dessert. A very pretty dessert.

Another Wet Day

It has been raining a lot here in Paris. When you finally see a patch of blue sky and a bit of sun, there is rejoicing. I had a friend and her husband visiting here in Paris and gave them a walk around the Marais. I actually went to nursing school with my friend many years ago. She left that field and went on to become a travel agent and has traveled the world. We had to wait until the afternoon to walk to avoid pouring rain but had a relatively dry walk with a bit of sun.

This “artist” has this form of graffiti all over Paris using his face in plaster. This is another near the hotel of my friend with the artist sticking out his tongue and including hands this time.

Another type of graffiti rather fitting with all of the rain lately.

This shop had a long line waiting to go in. I think the interiors of these cakes are all meringue as we saw them assembling a cake using layers of meringue held together with whipped cream.

This ancient building is actually a youth hostel.

Two of the oldest buildings in Paris.

The rain may be annoying but it sure makes the streets beautiful when a bit of sun comes out.

 

This and That

A mix of photos taken around Paris:

I had hot chocolate at a new coffee place the other day. It looks great, right?, but it was tepid and probably made from a mix. From now on I will ask if it is ancienne, or made in house, like at Angelina’s.

My friend and I wandered down rue Mouffetard which is lined with shops. I always think scallops look especially beautiful and photogenic.

A waffle for sale. You see them for sale all over France but, in fact, as you can see by the little flags, they originated in Belgium.

I love the elegant writing advertising drinks for sale inside this café.

We went into a church at the base of the rue and they still had the creche set up with large sort of Santons gathered around.

An old sign, sort of falling apart, high above on a building with a shop now called something else.

How to be Parisian-you just need this striped sweater. I’ve always loved striped shirts but will never consider myself Parisian. I’m just too American. I have an American friend who lives here however who could be.

Speaking of being American, I have a bit of confusion going on. All of my life my Mom said her grandmother was a full blooded Cherokee Indian and that my high cheek bones showed that. My Grandfather said he was half Indian. The last time I was in the States I had one of those cheek swab tests for DNA on my Mom’s side expecting it to show those Indian genes. To my surprise and confusion, I’m about as far from being Indian as you can get. Not one tracer shows that. In fact, there is an almost 90% chance that the relatives from my mother’s side were originally from Slovenia! I am now thinking of planning a trip there to see if I can spot high cheek bones. Maybe Mrs. Trump is a cousin.