Parisian

Three full days have passed, so jam-packed that there's been no time to write. Now it's early Sunday morning, sunny and clear. I caught a New York Times story yesterday about the fact that all the recent warm weather has generated unusual levels of smog. We noticed it vaguely, but it's seems like nothing, compared to LA on a bad day. And in the plus column, the city fathers have made it free to ride on all the buses and metros in the city these past few days, in an effort to encourage people to abandon their automobiles. It's certainly worked for Steve and me!

The Viaduc des Art with the Promenade Plantee above

 

A beautiful section of the Promenade

On foot and transported gratis by the good taxpayers of Paris, we've experienced all manner of things we'd never seen or done before. Two photography shows (one on Brassai and a mind-boggling salute to Henri Cartier-Bresson at the Pompidou center) and a collection of 100 impressionist paintings that are normally in private collections but currently have been gathered here at the Musee Marmottan. That's in the same neighborhood where we had our very first home-exchange house 34 years ago. As I cringed, Olivia tapped on the windows and got the gracious young resident (who was in the midst of preparing a dinner party for friends) to actually let us come in and gawk at how she and her husband have remodeled the place. Well done!

We also: checked out Paris's Chinatown area, explored the artisans' shops in the Viaduc des Arts (and then walked back on the Promenade Plantee — the one-time railroad tracks that were the first elevated park project in the world and since have inspired others elsewhere), and participated in a party (for 50 or so?) at Olivia's Friday night that pretty much blew our minds (certainly the dancing that started around 11 and went to 2:30 in the morning.)

One of the desserts we've consumed chez Olivia. How cute (and delicious!) is that?
We depart for Marrakesh at 6:10 this evening. Once again, it's going to be tough to say goodbye to this place.

 

 

One thought on “Parisian

  1. Jenny Mudge March 16, 2014 / 1:54 pm

    It all looks wonderful. I wanted to reply to your first post but it somehow disappeared. It was so nice to see Olivia again, looking so . . . .? French, I guess. In her cute kitchen with cheeses and charcuterie spread before her. It really sound like a fabulous time. Sent from my iPad

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