Paris can be very colorful.
Flowers for sale, always tempting.
Many metro stops are colorful. This is Gare de Lyon.
Vegetables loaded with color. That’s lavender cauliflower right past the zucchini.
Olives for sale over a beautiful floor.
I joined a friend for lunch the other day at the Train Bleu, a luxurious restaurant found in the train station, Gare de Lyon. Trains from this station head towards the south of France and all of the paintings on the walls are of the various destinations most painted around 1900.
A train ready for departure. Train stations are always freezing cold in the winter as there are high roofs and large openings.
The stairs on either side leading up to le Train Bleu.
The bar. People were pouring in, many with suitcases and you needed a reservation for a table although I think there were some low tables near the bar available. They were turning people away. Most of the clients seemed like businessmen to me.
Just part of the stunning interior.
The view from my table.
If you like rum, the dessert of Baba Rhum is right up your alley. It’s sort of a pound cake which soaks up the rum. I read that it began when the exiled king of Poland was in France. The cake that was to be served for dessert was too dry so they poured rum on it.
I dropped into the nearby CitizenM hotel to look at their fun lobby. It’s a very lively place.
Again, another mix of photos around Paris:
I like this light fixture seen in the window of a cafe.
I went to the Cognac-Jay Museum to see paintings done of Venice about the Carnaval through the ages. I didn’t get any photos of the art. It was interesting but the museum is so small and clogged with people that I didn’t enjoy myself. The explanations were put below the paintings requiring you to bend over to read them and when you did you automatically blocked the way of people trying to pass. As I left there was a long line waiting to get in and I was glad I got out before they all tried to move through the museum.
The beautiful glass dome in Galeries Lafayette. I went there to look at shoes but it was so crowded (I think there’s a theme going here. I do hate crowds.) and there were so many shoes to look at-it’s a huge department covering a whole floor- that I left without buying any, and I really do need some. I lost some weight after having my gall bladder out and, unfortunately, when I lose weight I also lose it in my feet and just about walk out of my shoes.
The clock tower at Gare de Lyon taken from the bus I was on as we passed.
A statue of Joan of Arc, a strong woman, in the church of St Eustache.
I was in the neighborhood of Gare de Lyon and decided to make a quick stop to check out the restaurant there, le Train Bleu, which was originally done in the Belle Epoque style in 1901 but has had a bit of a renovation done.
This rather pushy man got on our crowded bus on the way home. I took a photo from behind of his fake leopard skin beret. We eventually got to sit down across from him. There was a girl nearby with the “fashionable” jeans with torn knees and he said to her, “Did you fall?” She looked at him and said, “No. Is that a leopard on your head?” He shut up. Made me laugh.