Views and Paintings

It’s hard to beat a stroll through the Orsay Museum, once a train station that they had to foresight to preserve and use.

A look down at the main gallery from up above. You can see that it was once a train station.

You can see Sacre Coeur on top of Montmartre from various windows.

I love the color of the dresses on these dancer by Degas.

Lots of sculptures to see.

That beautiful clock.



I went in the final days to the Orsay Museum to see an exhibition of an artist unknown to me named Frédéric Bazille. He went to medical school as his parents wanted but ended up in art school and eventually became friends with Monet, Manet, Sisley and Renoir. He often shared apartments with them and, because he wasn’t a starving artist, provided studios and art equipment for them. He joined the military in the Franco-Prussian war where he was killed and died at the age of 28. The exhibit showed many of his works and also showed those painted in the same place by his friends, along with Cezanne and Pissoro. He might have become even more famous than them, had he lived.

A self portrait.

Excuse me for not cropping my photos. This shows one of his studios where he and his friends worked. They often shared models. The is him in the right corner playing the piano. He was also a very good musician.

The Girl in the Pink Dress. This was a cousin of his looking at a view. He loved painting out in the open air with natural light.

This was my favorite painting of his that I saw. In person it looked like a photograph. Really amazing.

A good view in the room where the exhibit was.

At Night

As I said before, we seldom go out at night. Part of it is laziness and part is leaving the comfort of your home , having to dress up and venture out into the cold. We did it twice in one week. Once for a Valentine’s day dinner and once to see a play.

The theatre was in the Saint Denis area where you can find an Arch, smaller than the famous one on Champs Elysees.

We had drinks in this nice bar before the play started.

I liked this building and its lighting.

The interior of the theatre. We saw a play called l’Ete de 44, about WWII in France based on a true story. The setting was especially well done and there was also translation in English up above the stage which really helped me when they were singing. We enjoyed it a lot.

Wandering home we passed the Costes Hotel which now has a shop selling their famous fragrances and this shop selling roses. Actually, we did this on our other night out come to think of it.

Always Special

We don’t go out at night very often, a sign of age I’m sure. We did go out for dinner on Valentine’s Day to a place called Mallobar, owned by a friend of Maurice’s daughter. They have very good cocktails.

Here it is looking very special lit up at night.

It’s not too far from the Eiffel Tower so we walked over after dinner. You now have to go through security to go underneath.

Looking up from underneath. They now have a glass floor on the first level. I may check it out one of these days.

On the other side on the bridge. The lights had started sparkling which they do on the hour for five minutes but it’s hard to capture in a photo.

We walked on to the Hotel de Ville, the seat of the Paris government, which looks very different at night.

A lamp post looking pretty lit up for the night.

Back in Paris

I wrote this as my first post when I got back to Paris and then, somehow, forgot to actually post it. Since I went to the trouble of writing it, here it is, a bit late.

I didn’t really make it out of our apartment for almost a week after returning to Paris. A few mornings I slept until 11 AM, unheard of for me, and then I got a cold on top of it. Paris got very cold so I pretty much hibernated.

I did bundle up late one morning for a walk on Promenade Planteé and the sun came out  lighting up this building, actually a police station, which has two unusual lines of these statues, copies of The Dying Slave by Michelangelo, although with a triangle in the torsos. I’ve never found out the reason for this decoration but I’m guessing it’s just modern art.

My first day out I headed to Palais Royal, one of my favourite places. It was on a Sunday so it was packed with visitors, locals and tourists alike.

A couple posing for wedding photos. I’m glad she had that little jacket because although sunny, it was cold.

Interesting clothing.

A look at the beautiful architecture.


Eating (in Paris)

You can never run out of places to eat in Paris. Not only are there the established centuries old places, but new ones pop up all of the time. Just on one street in the Marais, rue du Roi de Sicile, one street up from Rue de Rivoli and the Saint Paul metro stop, I saw four new places from the last time I was on this street.

This little place sells popcorn. It was started by the American actress, Scarlet Johannson, and her French husband (not for long, I read). I tried some of the cheddar popcorn. It’s just popcorn, I can’t get too excited, and it wasn’t hot either. Also, six euros for a small bag is a bit steep.

I was strolling along a couple of days ago and this sign for a restaurant caught my eye. It is obviously a Jewish restaurant. I looked it up when I came home and it serves Israeli food and had good reviews so a friend and I went to try it a few days later. Tavline means spices. The chef trained in France and worked with well known chefs and has returned to his roots with a fresh take on Israeli cuisine.

The modern interior. I liked the floor and the light fixtures.

This is some fish on top of lentils with pomegranate seeds scattered on top. They gave a really nice crunch as you ate this really good dish. The eggplant was wonderful with a smoky taste and the focaccia was delicious.

Just a few doors down was She’s Cake, a cute little place selling cheesecake. The chef and creator is a female (thus the She in the name) and her photo was on the wall.

Hard to choose. My friend and I shared a banana rum cheesecake. It was good but I couldn’t taste any rum. A very nice shop and they have cheesecake dishes for lunch that aren’t sweet.