Wednesday morning Martha slept late (jet lag can be soooo annoying) so I crept out of the apartment for a walk at Parc Monceau. No, I did not see The Friends– they go mid-afternoon. I thoroughly enjoyed my walk, however.
The statuary got baths for the New Year, which is a good thing, as some ass-hat had thrown paint on many of them.
One of my fantasies is to own an apartment that looks out onto Parc Monceau.
By the time I got home Martha had rejoined the land of the living and was ready for an outing to the Musee d’Orsay. We enjoyed our walk through the Tuileries and across the river on the pedestrian bridge. The line to get in was very short, and we spent just enough time admiring the 5th floor Impressionism to see it all but not bore Martha to tears. I think I could walk that floor once a month and not tire of it. Le sigh.
approaching the museum from the bridge
Sacre Coeur through the clock
Upon leaving the museum we decided to buy a sandwich from the kiosk and eat it by the river. Just as the attendant was sliding me my change, the first rain of our trip began to fall. We hastily shoved the jambon et fromage and the bottle of water into our purses and trotted into the first cafe we saw. It’s always good to have options. And an umbrella.
A bientôt!
Mais Oui Paris 