Not too far from Nation-and where I live-is the small, private Picpus Cemetery. It’s hard to find behind plain brown doors and is only open for a few hours in the afternoon but it is worth the effort.

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When you enter you see a chapel in front of you. Inside this chapel are all the names of those who were victims of the guillotine which was at Nation for a time. Over 1000 people were beheaded at Nation in the last months of the “terror”. Their bodies were taken to a mass grave in a garden of a convent. Eventually the convent and garden were bought by relatives of those slain and a new order took over and the cemetery was created.

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A closeup of the wall listing the victims. As you can see it also has their age and occupation, if known.

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A door and window on the side of a building on the grounds.

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Around the back of the chapel is the small cemetery full of interesting tombs, all of them relatives of the victims buried there, most aristocrats.

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Many people come here to see the tomb of General Lafayette and his wife. They are buried here because she had relatives buried here after their death at the guillotine. General Lafayette helped in the American Revolution and had dirt from Bunker Hill put on his grave when he died. An American flag always flies there and was even there during the German occupation of Paris probably because the cemetery is so hidden. There is a ceremony here every July 4th with the American Ambassador in attendance.

In the effort to add more steps to my fitbit I have been walking more. Two or three weeks ago I was up in Montmartre, which is the highest area in Paris, and walked down hill ending up at the Garner Opera House. I should have tried to go further but I ran out of gas.

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This is another area Haussman didn’t get to and it has it’s own architecture.

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I saw this very pretty ship on a building. The ship is the symbol of the city of Paris.

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This building looks like it could be a Haussman but I’m not sure. I love the shape of it.

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I’m not usually on this side of the Garner. The light posts are certainly one of a kind. From here I walked a short way and took bus 29 back home.

I love roaming around looking at architecture in Paris, as long as it isn’t something from the 60’s or 70’s. It’s art to me. Here are photos of a variety of places in Paris.

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Last year a friend and I got the door code to a very unusual courtyard. At the time there was a lot of renovation going on but this time, as you can see, the courtyard was serene and beautiful.

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This is what I like about it. I do wonder what the rooms are like in this building-are the walls curved? One day I hope to find out.

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Walking down the hill from Montmartre in the 9th arrondissement is this beautiful building which turns out to be the fire station in this area. I wonder what it was before the firemen took it over?

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This probably lights up when the fire trucks are coming out for a fire.

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Across the street was this lovely theatre.

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The happy red of this place caught my eye. There were red blankets on the chairs too in case you get cold.

The Left Bank is a place where people in Paris for the first time sigh and remark that this is how they thought Paris would be. Haussmann, the famous city architect known for his wide boulevards, didn’t do much here so it retains its charm.

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The interior courtyard of a particularly lovely building, once a private home.

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The elegant staircase.

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A hidden passageway to take as a shortcut from one street to another.

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The exterior of a restaurant which is actually just this wide, rather like a train car.

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An inviting entrance.

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Inside another courtyard.

I had some major technical issues with my blog but, hopefully, we are back to normal. I wrote this posting a few weeks ago and saved it.

When we go to a movie it is usually at a theatre next to the Bercy Park. (Just saw The History of Everything and I really enjoyed it).
Sometimes we cross the Seine into the 13th arrondissement for a meal. It’s becoming yuppified as they say with many places to eat.

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Sorry to make you dizzy, but this is a shot of the Bibliotheque Nationale found there with many restaurants in the area and another movie theatre. You see a lot of young people when here.

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A tree at Bercy park whose green side drew my attention.

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Going down the escalator to the metro stop on line 14, the newest line right now as you can see.

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Looking up the other way. Thank God for elevators and escalators. Every once in a while they aren’t working and an aerobic workout insues.

I do many things wrong in France. Speaking French is just part of it. Imagine my surprise a few years ago when Maurice told me, after a man couldn’t understand me, that I had been saying “Trois” (three) wrong for years. Somehow I missed the lesson on how the letter “r” is pronounced or maybe I just forgot. It’s not a sound that comes easily to English speakers. Now I try and say it correctly but it feels strange. Do I have to mention that Maurice has and “r” in it? I blow that one too.
Something else I’ve been doing wrong? That double kiss thing on each cheek that the French do when greeting each other. I thought, just by observation, that the French were just sort of touching cheeks. Someone told me after I had greeted him that I was doing it wrong. Since he can be a bit of a know it all I grabbed his face and did a loud mmwah type kiss on each cheek and when I had finished he was blushing which made me glad. So I asked a friend who has lived here for years how she did it and she said mostly it was sort of a air kiss as you touched cheeks and if it was a man and woman, the woman led the way. I asked Maurice and he said you actually did kiss the person on the cheek on one side and they kissed you on the cheek on the other side. Totally new to me. I do know that he kissed both cheeks of a cousin of mine in the States when he met him and my cousin later said to my Mom, “Linda’s husband kissed me on the cheeks!”, totally shocked. So the next time I saw the know it all he came up to me and greeted me with the double kiss thing and I asked him what he thought I did wrong. He said you didn’t do an actual kiss, you just made the kissing sound on each side. His girlfriend, when she heard this, just waved her hand like, “What does he know?” and proceeded to kiss me on the cheek. So, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just hold out my hand and skip the whole thing.

In the mean time, here are some shots of color in Paris, a nice thing to see when it is cold and you are looking forward to the arrival of Spring.

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Colorful merengues in the window of a patisserie.

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Love this pow of pink.

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Aren’t these cute? On the window of a eclair shop. Eclairs are huge here again.

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This pop of yellow caught my eye. Yellow is such a happy color.

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