PARIS!

For fun.

They had tour groups out on the muddy flats for some very cool photo-ops…

…and here they are splashing on to shore.

Sea birds.

Plenty touristic for sure, but fun.

Ah!

The big entrance under the pyramid. EMPTY. It’s 5:30 on Wednesday and the museum doesn’t close until 9:30. If you can be here for more than five hours you are a better museum-goer than I!

Except for the three big Everyone Goes Here objects – Mona Lisa, Winged Victory, and Venus de Milo which were pretty mobbed…

September 16

This morning Lill went off to the d’Orsay, and Windy and Darnelle went shopping, and I did pictures.

Then in the afternoon I went with Lill across the Pont des Arts for more pictures of the fence of locks…

…and more…

…to see The Louvre. It was a grey day but most to the point, it was an afternoon of a Wednesday and the Louvre is open late.

Look, No Crowds. It was mind-boggling. Our minds were blown. We just walked in.

The IM Pei pyramid…I know, been there done that…

Lill says First Thing, Her. There she is. Lill got to the front no problem.

…and more brides.

Tony told us that Asian brides bring their bride dresses on their European honeymoons and take their pictures everywhere. We have seen a great number of brides!

…the place was ours. It was so open this kid could race through the halls.

Here’s Winged Victory, crowded around the floor but not so bad that we couldn’t walk right up…

…and here, no people.

The thing is, even with no people, and I can’t even fathom how it would be on a crowded day, the place is SO massive it was quite the trick to find anything in particular. I know they have at least one huge Hieronymus Bosch painting but after 30 minutes of trying to find it I gave up.

Another bride. They’re just so pretty and happy and photogenic.

Another view of the main plaza.

See that red boxcar like thing. That’s the gift shop. Remember when everyone was up in such a steam over the pyramid and now it’s a highlight-landmark-treasure? Well let me say what’s with that gift shop?!

Lovin’ those juxtopositions.

Goodbye Louvre, we’ll see you again another time!

Lill and I went to my fish restaurant, the one I enjoyed so thoroughly last time I was there, L’Atlas Paris.

From the NY Times: “When the nearly 700-foot Tour Montparnasse was completed in 1973, it was considered such a blight on Paris’s historic skyline that the city instated height restrictions on all future buildings. The office tower, designed by Eugène Beaudouin, Urbain Cassan and Louis Hoym de Marien, is the rare destination from which tourists can view the city unmolested by its own dark, Modernist presence.”

Now I want to go there. I think the blue light outlining the building might have been blinking off and on because sometimes it was there and sometimes it wasn’t.

These are included in the Axe Historique of Paris, la Voie Triomphale…

(from the internet)

Here’s the place along the Champs Elysees, a central road through the Axe Historique where I stopped. You go on Lill, fly like the wind, I’ll just wait right here.

Me and Cynthia lighting candles at Notre Dame in 1993. They don’t do tapers anymore.

September 15

For the second time I abandoned the climb up to the top of Notre Dame due to the lines. Maybe I’ll never get to climb to the top. We’ll see.

Getting inside was no line at all so that was great. It is a towering physical experience, a masterpiece really.

And now for such a prestigious spot you have to pay five euros for this light instead of the normal two euros for the little tea lights.

Lill lighting a candle for her dad.

A Cathedral for sure. You have no trouble imagining the power of the Catholic Church once you’ve moved around here for a while, and the awe that such a place inspires.

Just a tiny piece of all the decorations outside.

…from where you can get a fine view of the Eiffel Tower.

Ingalill plays beach volleyball with the boys every Saturday, she walked something like 100 miles in two days for a charity, she bikes and climbs mountains, and man-o-man we walked today.

I’ll show you the exact place where I demanded a break and she went on and returned to pick me up a while later.

The Pont Neuf bridge and the Eiffel Tower.

Just a glance, today is not our day at the Louvre. But you can’t see this and not take a picture of IM Pei’s pyramid.

Then the next thing that happened was that at the regular shopping mall at the Louvre where we went to check on our car for Thursday’s journey down to Mont St-Michel, we ran into what I had been hoping to run into – the second IM Pei pyramid in Paris!

It’s name is La Pyramide Inversée (The Inverted Pyramid). It’s a skylight at the shopping mall, the Carrousel du Louvre.

A side path in the great Place de la Concorde…

…the largest square in Paris, with the Obelisk and the Arc de Triomphe behind.

A bit of the roof of the Palais Royal.

We went home for a couple of hours and then it was a bit of a mad dash from the house to the place where the Eiffel Tower Skip-The-Line tour group met. Lill went on ahead and I was the last to arrive…not so good for me and a source of merriment for the whole group for the rest of the tour.

I thought we were simply going to be led to the place where you can skip the line but actually this guy stayed with us up to the third level and gave us a very funny and fun walk around the entire floor. After the walk-about we went our separate ways to the elevator that took everyone to the top.

This is the ride to the second floor and we walked to the third, no big deal, just a regular floor.

On the horizon you can see the business district of Paris with all the high-rise buildings. It is actually just outside the city limits since building restrictions inside the city do not allow for high-rises and you’ll see why later.

In the distance, Sacre-Coeur, the highest point in Paris.

We had the pleasure of being here at dusk and watching the city go from day to night.

A perfect time.

A view from the top.

THE Eiffel Tower.

And more. And sooo many more on my computer.

September 14

Lill arrived safe and sound in the afternoon and after a quiet few minutes we gathered ourselves for a trip up to Sacre-Coeur and for a buzz around Montmartre and a Moulin Rouge Photo-Op.

We emerged from the Metro to a few sprinkles and decided it was a good time for a snack and it was because…

…then came This.

Fortunately it stopped, pheww. The weather has been extremely changeable so we’ve been flexible and it helps to always know where you are in relation to a metro station.

Every new place I eat in is my new favorite place.

There she is. We took the funicular up a few blocks to save the vertical climb.

The second flight of stairs and the grand entrance to the Basilique du Sacre-Coeur.

Begun in 1875 and finished in 1914, it was placed in this most bohemian neighborhood as a “symbol of the former struggle between the conservative Catholic old guard and the secular, republican radicals.” (LP)

This is the highest point in Paris and the views are wonderful. I’ll have to get a picture from Lill since I apparently don’t have one. (I kept looking for the Eiffel Tower but couldn’t find it!)

You can see in the above picture where he sits.

The central dome and you can see His Sacre-Coeur.

Many of the surrounding walls and arches were equally covered in glimmering mosaics.

We have gorgeous stained glass too and the sun was just setting so it was especially magnificent.

Walking down down winding through the streets of Montmartre.

We stopped for a quick Chinese dinner to quell the hunger storm and to wait for darkness because we didn’t want to miss…

…The Moulin Rouge lit up in all her tawdry glory where for 125 euro you too could enjoy ‘the finest burlesque show in the world’, according to them. You’ll spend a lot more to include champagne and a bite to eat.

And you’d better pay that 125 euro very early on or the show you want will be sold out.

Lill needed to get a souvenir for Tony and we couldn’t find one anywhere (maybe they had a trademark on the image?) so I asked one of the beefy guards, the one who had been turning away crowds of people begging for tickets, if there might perhaps be a shop available where we could buy something.

‘How many of you are there.’ ‘Just we two small, quiet, respectful yet eager women who would be soo happy to buy a souvenir from the Moulin Rouge.’ ‘It is forbidden to go in, but OK, follow me.’ Lill was soo happy!

And wow, lookie here, Chagall painted the ceiling inside the theater! I was Not expecting this! It was wonderful!

From Architectural Digest: “Russian-born artist Marc Chagall once said that “the dignity of the artist lies in his duty of keeping awake the sense of wonder in the world.” And it is difficult to conceal one’s wonder beneath Chagall’s magnificent ceiling in Paris’s Opéra Garnier, a masterwork that was unveiled on this day in 1964.

“…When French Minister of Culture André Malraux announced the commission for the project in 1960, many were outraged by the prospect of a modernist painter—and a foreign-born one, at that—taking his brush to the ceilings of Charles Garnier’s neo-Baroque masterpiece. But Chagall’s passion for the project won out.”

With scenes from fourteen operas, Everybody loves it now!

From Eyewitness Travel: “The interior of the church is an interesting mix of architectural styles, with some 6th century marble columns, Gothic vaulting, and Romanesque arches.”

This is a side chapel accessible behind closed doors.

September 13

Welcome to my second week in PARIS!

It’s a rainy Sunday and Darnelle decided to stay in. Windy and I went on a church tour to hear some organ music.

First stop, right down the street, Eglise St-Germain-des-Pres, the oldest church in Paris, begun in 542 with the present church built on the site of the original from the 11th century, and heavily restored in the 19th.

They were doing a baptism, that’s the baby’s little head coming up between the two boys. The parents cried, happy tears I’m sure that their child was now safe from, what? I’m not sure of the position of this particular church. But they were happy.

We left St-Germain after the collection and hurried off to the next church, also right in our neighborhood, in hopes of catching some organ music there too.

It’s St-Sulpice with the murals by Eugene Delacroix.

From Lonely Planet: “What draws most people to the church is not its striking Italianate façade with two rows of superimposed columns, Couter-Reformation-influenced neoclassical décor or even the frescoes by Delecroix, but its setting for a murderous scene in Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci Code.”

First opened in 1869 and after a long history of developments, the building had to close in 2005 due to modern safety requirements: the grand department store, La Samaritaine. Wiki says: “In 2010 it was finally announced that a Japanese firm had been chosen to redesign the building as a combination hotel/apartments/offices, with a small retail component.”

Much of the building was still behind scaffolding and construction cranes blocked traffic but it looks like it’ll be a beauty when it’s done.

From Paris-Walking-Tours.com: “Here, in front of St. Eustache in Place René Cassin, is sitting a giant, seventy ton sculpture of a head resting on a hand and made of sandstone.

“It is called, “l’Ecoute” (“Listen”), created by Henri de Miller and placed there in 1986. With its location directly in front of the 13th century cathedral of St. Eustache, “l’Ecoute” presents a striking contrast between old and new, one of the defining characteristics of Paris.”

St-Eustache, from Lonely Planet: “…snuggling up to the city’s old marketplace, now the soulless Forum des Halles, is one of the most beautiful churches in Paris. Majestic, architecturally magnificent, and musically outstanding, St-Eustache has made souls soar for centuries.”

We were on our way to see L’église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine, walking along Rue des Petits Champs when we became distracted by…

…ack! the Palais Garnier, the Opéra national de Paris! So we decided to go there.

When there is not a performance you have to enter through a small side door and pay 11 euros to walk around the main floor.

It was Lavish.

The Grand Foyer. Windy read somewhere that even Parisians of the time thought ‘Yikes. Too Much Gold’.

Part of the Grand Staircase.

Unlike Versailles that kept the dark silver-backed mirrors here we have sparkly new ones.

Heading home through a residential side street, an example of a very nice place to live.