Esteban and I have done so much and seen so many friends over the past week that we’ve started comparing notes to make sure we’re keeping our days straight.
There are so many stories to tell — beginning perhaps with today’s superb lunch in Paris’ oldest house. But if I stop now to look for a photo and confirm the historical facts, I’ll never get to bed … and tomorrow is another big day. So instead here are a few glimpses of what I’ve seen over the past week.
The snow has finally melted but it’s still cold and damp, as the rows of empty café tables will attest.
During an afternoon stroll, Esteban and I stumbled onto an academic tour and were literally pushed into this medieval courtyard. (Not that we complained.)
The clouds parted long enough a couple of nights ago to give us a gorgeous sunset. Of course, I had the color balance set wrong on my camera so here it is in black and white.
I found the Eiffel Tower fenced off on this morning, but could at least still see its reflection in the mud.
I KNOW EXACTLY HOW THIS DOG FEELS.
And also wonderful restaurants, like this gem our dear friend Des introduced us to in Montmartre.
Because it’s Paris, of course there also has to be some weirdness. I expect to have nightmares for weeks about the Musée de la Chasse (“hunting museum”) in the Marais.
Fortunately, there are plenty of more sedate spots in this ancient neighborhood.
It was near here that I also found Father Théomir Devaux’s name inscribed on the Mur des Justes (“wall of the righteous”). Read my friend Louise’s story to learn why.
Just across the river, a flock of starlings circled Notre Dame cathedral at sunset …
… while the lights of a little café in the Latin Quarter cast a cinematic glow on the street.
Through it all, I continued to marvel at the Parisian women’s unique combination of elegance and toughness.
But no matter where my adventures have taken me over the past week, at the end of the day it has always been a pleasure and a privilege to come home.
Thank you, as always, for coming along.