All For Nothing

I went with Maurice to the American Embassy for him to apply for a visa but because I didn’t have an appointment along with him, they wouldn’t let me in. So I walked around the area a bit-it’s right off of Place de la Concorde-then went into WH Smith and bought a book and decided to head home.

The famous Hotel Crillon is having a huge renovation and is going to be closed at least two years. They put up some art over the scaffolding so you don’t have to look at ugly construction.

The pretty park right across the way. The sun was shining, the trees were blooming. It was a really pretty day.

That horseman holding flags is on top of the Hermes building. I’m not sure why. There is a lovely garden up there but I don’t think I’ll ever be invited to see it.

I thought these stockings/socks and shoes were interesting. There were across the street from Hermes in the window of another shop. Maybe Prada? Anyway, the last time I wore some shoes similar to those-remember Candy clogs?-I fell down some stairs and my then toddler son came over and asked me if I had an “owie”. I sure did. Nothing broken, just bruised. I never wore the shoes again.

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