Shivaun’s trip was nearing the end. Tuesday and Wednesday mornings were the D’Orsay and the Louvre, respectively. Amaxingly enough, I was alone in the Louvre as I made my way out. No one but me
and Venus di Milo.
Back to the day. Both afternoons held their own excitement.
Tuesday was lunch at the Soufflé restaurant. I know I have already mentioned it in this blog before. But it will be mentioned several times more. Shivaun was suitably impressed. They seated us by the main door when we came in but I imperiously asked for a different seat. These Frenchmen no longer intimidate me! HA! The Chef wandered through again. Last time he also stopped at some tables – he appeared to know the people – and shook hands. As we exited, I grabbed two pieces of chocolate from a bowl by the door. And turned to see the chef seated in the patio watching me. I smiled, put my finger to my lips in the universal shush, don’t tell sign, and he laughed and mimicked me. When I got to him, he got up and shook hands. I do like this place. To say nothing of the delicious soufflés.
Then we set off for the “passages.” These are covered walkways through a building. You could call them the first indoor malls. There are about 20 in Paris – I have made it to about 12. I took Shivaun to a couple – one the Passage Brady: you are transported to India. Amazing. Another, Le Grand Cerf, very upscale shops.
On my last visit here in October, I saw three prostitutes – which really surprised me, and it wasn’t til I saw the last one that it clicked in my brain and I realized their occupation. Dense. Just not something I normally see in Sacramento. Or maybe I just don’t go to the right places?. This time we saw over 20. So different from Amsterdam and their windows. These gals were working the streets. Shivaun was surprised at how old some of them were – and not too pretty either. I had to remind her, they were selling something else.
We stopped at the Melodies Calligraphic to pick up some paper – I want to calligraphy a thank you note for the calligraphy book. A very specialized store, the owner was addressing envelopes for wedding invitations. 250! The weather turned cloudy and rainy so we postponed the Montparnasse tower visit to Wednesday, hoping for better skies.
And on the way we passed by the oldest buildings in Paris. Someone on FB said this reminded them of San Francisco? No clue…
Wednesday afternoon found us at Notre Dame. Always worth a visit and a moment of meditation. We had lunch at a cute and quaint restaurant by Pont Louis-Phillip. It’s cuteness and quaintness exceeds its tastiness. But it wasn’t bad.
And another odd sight.
A woman standing on the street in a bathrobe texting. I have no clue about that either. She wasn’t a working girl as far as I could tell. And there didn’t seem to be any spas in the areas. Maybe she locked herself out of her apartment?.
A break for packing for Shivaun and then off to the Montparnasse area for the farewell dinner at La Coupola. I had dinner here previously with a French chatter. Very delicious. And it was again the second time. With a character for a waiter, we had a great time. I asked him to take a picture of us and he took my camera and wandered around the restaurant snapping shots, including a selfie of him, before he came back to return it.
Then up to the top of the Montparnasse Tower. This 59 story office tower has the most wonderful observation deck. You take the elevator up to 56 and walk the rest. 360 degree view. After we huffed and puffed to the top, we were welcomed by the sight of a rainbow. It was beautiful but windy and cold so we didn’t stay too long.
And then home on fabulous bus 82 past the Eiffel Tower.
Sigh. I miss her already.