As much as I like exploring new parts of Paris, I also have my favorite routes. These tend to be the ones I take Sawyer for medium-length outings. Two of our standard walks are to Parc Monceau and to the Tuileries, and I have discovered that I see some of the same people at these places from one week to the next. This is not surprising, of course- one would find the same thing at home. I guess it delights me here because I crave the familiar in a world that so often feels new and, at times, strange.
Remember these dear friends I clandestinely snapped back in December? Guess who was there today, on the same bench?
The man on the right reads the newspaper aloud to his friend on the left. What a gift he gives to him. I wonder how often they come, and for how long they have been doing it? It’s such a beautiful picture of friendship.
I saw these guys playing boule at the Tuileries a week or so ago. They were in the same spot this week. I bet they love it. No, I don’t have a thing for older men. Why do you ask?
School is back in session at the Cordon Bleu, thank goodness. We almost had to resort to store-bought cookies for our sweet fix. Lookie what came to our house.
It was as good as it looked. And then today there was this little lovely: Jamaica Cake. Tres yummy.
I have been having some adventures, but haven’t had time to write about them yet. This weekend Mark and I are going to the town of Beaune, in Burgundy, to see what charms it offers. I will report back.
I leave you with this picture of the afternoon sun on my street, as seen from my bedroom window. I am liking January more than I thought I would.