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Under A Winter Moon

Sunday evening we went to another vegetarian restaurant (Paris has more than one!) near Notre Dame. Although the day had been grey, the full moon shined brightly that night. Who could resist Paris under a full moon?

Hotel de Ville

Hotel de Ville











IMG_4924The restaurant was called Le Grenier de Notre Dame. It was much cozier than the one we tried the night before, and the menu was more extensive. The food was quite good.

We ate upstairs, accessed by the tiniest spiral staircase you have ever climbed.

We ate upstairs, accessed by the tiniest spiral staircase you have ever climbed.







As you can see, my camera is not really up to capturing the moon properly, but you can’t blame me for trying- that moon was really something. I hope you were able to enjoy it in your sky, too.




Filed under Notre Dame, Paris, Paris dining, Seine

Paris In The Rain Is Still Paris

The week of “la rentrée” in Paris continues to be (mostly) rainy and grey, but still a lovely temperature. Although the full-time Parisians tire of the drizzle, this girl from the Land Where It Rarely Rains still loves it. Yesterday I went out for a walk, fully expecting the rain to fall while I was out. Which it did. Paris is still charming in the rain, particularly when there is no cold wind to turn one’s umbrella inside-out.

Monday was the 70th anniversary of the liberation of Paris, and I have really enjoyed learning about that time in this city. In July I went to a wonderful exhibit at the Musée de Carnavalet entitled “Paris Freed, Paris Photographed, Paris Exhibited”. This extensive exhibit gathered photographs, interviews, films, and other documentation of the Resistance and the Liberation. Unfortunately, it was hot in the museum and I was not able to linger as long as I would have liked. However, Tuesday morning I was planning a morning walk around Notre Dame when I remembered that there was another exhibit about the liberation at the Hotel De Ville. I was there early enough to avoid a line, and the building was blessedly cool. The photographs of Paris during its Occupation by the Germans, and of the Parisians who bravely resisted during the weeks preceding the day of liberation, were so moving. There were also many priceless film clips of the time playing on one wall. Just the previous night I had watched on television a two-hour compilation of old film and recent interviews with people who participated in the resistance and the liberation. It was fascinating, despite my lack of understanding of much of what was said. The film clips at the Hotel de Ville were the same ones I had seen in that show, some of which had been explained in the exhibit. I was really happy to have seen the show and to have visited the exhibit on a quiet, cool morning.



After the exhibit I walked toward the river.


The rain began to fall just as I got to Notre Dame.


This long line of tourists were in line for the guided tours up into the bell towers of the church, something I have never done.


The little park next to Notre Dame was fully in bloom.


This poor little bridge is one of the many victims of the “love lock” mania that is defacing and damaging bridges all over the city. A movement has started to stop the locks, but it’s difficult to fight the will of tourists from all over the world who think it’s “de rigueur” to commemorate their love with a lock on a bridge. Please, if you visit, celebrate your love with a kiss or a grope or a bottle of wine on a bridge- anything but a lock!







The sun appeared in my apartment windows later that afternoon, so I walked off to the park with my book, sunglasses, and no umbrella. Of course that meant that after thirty minutes the rain returned, causing me to cut my park visit short. Then, when I was almost home, the sun reappeared. I stopped at Starbucks and snapped up a chair in the sun while I could. Paris weather is nothing if not fickle.


view from Starbucks

I leave you with these two Metro cuties.



Over and out.


Filed under gardens, Musee Carnavalet, Notre Dame, Paris

Un Peu De Paris et D’Ailleurs (a little bit of Paris and elsewhere)

Paris' city hall (hôtel de ville) at night.

Image via Wikipedia- l'hotel de ville

Last weekend Martha and I went to our first exhibition together.  All we knew about it was what we saw on the posters in the metro stations, which said it was a collection of cartoons and drawings of Paris  by a famous French artist named Sempe.  The exhibition was at “l’hotel de ville”, a lovely building completed in 1882 which is the city hall for Paris.

We were surprised to see quite a line of people waiting in front of the building, and I’m so glad we decided to wait, even though it turned out to be almost an hour, during which time rain began threatening and neither of us had an umbrella.

When we got inside I realized that I was familiar with this artist because of his extensive publication in the New Yorker magazine.  I grew up with the New Yorker, and it still holds a warm place in my heart and inspires my utmost admiration for anyone who can keep up with its weekly publication.  When I was a kid, the coffee tables and bedside tables were forever piled with colorful copies of this magazine.  I subscribed for a short time as an adult before being forced to wave the white flag and admit that I just wasn’t able to read them before the next one landed, as much as I wanted to believe I could.

first cover

With that background, imagine my surprise and delight to see an entire wall of his art and the New Yorker covers it created.  His first cover was in 1979, when the magazine cost “one dollar”.  His most recent cover on display bore a price of $6.50, but I can’t read the date on it.

I think this one is the most recent.

The New Yorker material was only a small portion of the total exhibit, which was quite extensive.  Martha and I loved the other work, too.  Although we didn’t understand much of the humor, the art was enchanting.

I know the pictures aren’t that great- I was snapping furiously with my iphone, trying to get shots without bits of other visitors in them.  If you click on the photos, they actually look much better.

I’m curious- do any of you read the New Yorker?   If so, raise your hand and I”ll send you a high five.

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