Here and There

The wisteria is starting to bloom. I love the look and the fragrance. I’ve read that it takes 7 to 8 years for them to start blooming after being planted.

This restaurant always has a great display of wisteria. It’s called Au Vieux Paris. It has a very interesting interior but I’m not sure about the food.

A different view.

Not too far from Notre Dame is the beautiful Place Dauphine. Last year I was able to get a photo of these trees blooming with flowers but I was too late this year. It’s a really lovely place I wouldn’t mind having an apartment overlooking those trees.

Love seeing tulips blooming. They seem more special because they are only there a short time.

Such great architecture.

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.

 

A Pretty Day

I went out the other day just intending to pick up a few things and come back home but it was such a pretty day that I set out on a little walk enjoying the sun and fresh air.

I usually take photos of this building in the Marais from the front but it’s also lovely from the back.

A view of Île Saint Louis from across the Seine.

Some mosaic graffiti on the side of a shop selling wine.

These looked good. I think there were apples inside. They were really big too, larger than your average cookie.

As you can see by the reflection of my iPhone , I look a photo of this painting through a window. It was a shop on Île Saint Louis and it was full of really great paintings.

On the weekends the bridge between Île Saint Louis and Île de la Cité behind Notre Dame is very lively. On this Sunday there was an accordion player, a puppeteer and this piano player. The whole area was packed with people, mostly tourists I think.

le Marais

The Marais, a very interesting and ancient area of Paris, is just a short distance by metro from our apartment.

The entrance to the Hotel de Sully, once a mansion.

Part of the courtyard behind the mansion.

Continue on through the courtyard to the back door in the garden and you enter the Place des Vosges with it’s fabulous architecture.

A waiter taking a cigarette break on the street.

A view down a street of the Saint Paul Saint Louis Church in the winter light.

Here it is up close. Lovely architecture.

Passage Vivienne

One of the prettiest covered shopping arcades left from years past is Passage Vivienne. So elegant and refined.

So beautiful.

I especially liked this corner. The doors to the left lead to a stairway and apartments. Wouldn’t it be great to live there?

A painting for sale in one of the shops. I’d love to know who it was.

This restaurant looked really inviting. It was still being set up for the grand opening when I look in the window. The designer shop Jean-Paul Gaultier used to be in this space.

Seen in a window. I took a photo of this years ago but have recently seen photos by others on instagram. You do wonder how the pigs got there and why they remain.

Silver City

Most people haven’t heard of this small city in southern New Mexico. It has a pretty interesting history with Apache attacks, Billy the Kid, and it was founded as a mining town for silver explorations. I was born in Houston, Texas but raised here until junior high. We were in the area on our trip so made a stop to have a look.

Some sort of municipal building.

It looked liked the old town area was becoming an artist’s zone. There were lots of colorfully painted buildings on thr main street.

This former garage had been made into an art gallery.

I liked their lamp posts.

We had mexican food here for lunch. There was an older couple at the table next to us and I asked if they knew my aunt, the last of my Father’s family. They didn’t but when they heard where we were from, the lady started speaking fluent French. They had visited France a lot and were also from Louisiana. They had some sort of Cajun band there in Silver City.