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.
passion fruit tart
It was as good as it looked. And then today there was this little lovely: Jamaica Cake. Tres yummy.
Jamaica Cake
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.
Mais Oui Paris 
That’s a great photo of the two men! It speaks volumes about their friendship. I’ve also found that I have a thing for older men and women in Paris. They seem to have so much character and are a fascinating part of the city.
The Jamaica Cake looks scrumptious!
Thanks, MK. I took the picture with my phone so it’s not great focus, but it captures the essence, I think. Have you noticed that the older people will usually smile back at you, too? 🙂
Love the pics of the old men. I do remember it from an earlier post probably because it is a magical picture of life to me.
Now we have seen the view from your window,can we see inside? Maybe too voyeuristic?
The picture of the old men nearly brought me to tears. So touching.
What a lovely view from your bedroom. Color me jealous.