Life in Paris

Maurice and I have left the beach and have returned to Paris for two days to prepare for our trip to Sardinia where we will join up with my son, Jason, and his family. I’ve never been there before but I’m thinking it will be a bit like Corsica since it is directly below it. We will see. In any case it will be fun. One of my grandsons requested a book, the third in a series he is reading-in French if you can believe it. So on Sunday, Maurice and I went out for a bit in an unsuccessful attempt to find it.

Crossing the bridge near Notre Dame we saw this tour boat go by under neath us. It was a hot day and all of the boats were full.

We went to Shakespeare and Company to look at their children’s books and found that they don’t sell any in French-but it was fun to poke around. We walked down Boulevard
Saint Michel where there are other book stores but none were open on Sunday.

Heading back to the metro stop we dropped into the garden in the interior garden of the hospital, the Hotel Dieu, across the way from Notre Dame. The bells from the cathedral were ringing beautifully, this being Sunday. This garden, which I have shown photos of before, seems like such a surprise to find at a hospital.

You can find these pianos all over France inviting you to play and one was here in the garden.

There’s a statue there that is periodically painted by medical students for some reason. It looks different every time I have visited here.

I am back at our beach place. Several times I have awoken and think I need to get up and check on my grandsons or I think I’m in our Paris apartment. It takes me a few days for my body to figure out where I am each morning.

A sunset in Paris with a bridge over the Seine lit up.

Seen in a Paris florist.

Back to the beach where I saw the sunset in my glass of wine.

This was taken through the window in the waiting room of our doctor. I can actually just ride my bike over when I have an appointment, one of the joys of living here (as long as I don’t fall). I’ve been having trouble hearing from one ear and, as I expected, some ear wax had lodged on my ear drum and hardened. My doctor wouldn’t touch it so I have to go to an ear doctor to have it extracted. I think I may have done this to myself with a cotton tip while cleaning my ears. I guess I will let a little of that hygiene go.

If you visit Rue des Rosiers in the Marais, you will always find a lot of people, especially on Sunday. And 90% of them will be in line to eat falafel.

Here is a crowd at one falafel place.

And another.

And yet another.

Some people want American food, as you can see.

I wouldn’t mind having this for dessert.

I’m back from Switzerland and leaving today by train to go back to the beach. I’ve been traveling so much that I can’t remember all of the places I’ve been. I guess I’ll have to read my own blog and retrace my steps. Being with the grandkids was great but exhausting. Not only was there no school but there was a lot of rain which kept us all inside. When I arrived in Paris, unpacked, and put clothes in the washer, I went and met a friend for an early dinner. We sat outside on the terrace in the shade (it was hot), had wine and caught up.

Where we sat.

I had a glass of sauterne with ice. Very refreshing.

This guy to our left had a drink too. Note the cigarette and two packages of cigarettes. Terraces aren’t very pleasant anymore if you are a non-smoker but it was too hot to sit inside.

The guy to the right had this mint drink. Cigarettes there too.

One morning I went for a walk, and it turned out to be a long one, to take a look at a few things. It was a beautiful day and it turned in to a hot one so, after lunch I went back home but I got a few photos.

I started at Bastille and took a look at the Arsenal where boats are docked being a bit curious after my interview with Cris Hammond who is planning to dock there for the winter.

Crossing the river I saw this huge barge with another along side it, empty and cruising back to be reloaded somewhere.

I ended up at the Austerlitz metro station, one that I really like the design of.

This was on the walls of the quai. They just don’t decorate metro stations like that anymore.

This huge structure is in a courtyard surrounded on all four sides by your typical Parisian buildings. I saw a link about it and thought I’d check it out. It’s just off of Place d’Italie and I roamed around where it was supposed to be before I finally found the entrance. They are still working on it so I didn’t go in. I wish I had gone to a hotel and asked it I could get a view from up above. I looked for information on this building and can’t find it right now no matter what I put into Google. All I can tell you is that it is off of Avenue des Gobelins. You can’t see it from any street but only through an old archway. Strange but interesting.

I keep reading about a shop in Paris called Buly 1803 so decided to find it and check it out. It’s at 6 rue Bonapart and really lovely selling scented things like candles, soaps and lotions.


Just look at the lovely, old fashioned interior-a step back in time.

How pretty is this?

Hand lotion. Love that hand.

Scented matches. I’m not sure how long the fragrance would last once you lit one. My Dad used to use a match in the bathroom before the days of scented bathroom sprays. I can still smell that sulfer odor when I think of my childhood.

Some of their products in the window. Just a captivating place.

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