Tuesday, November 28
Monday, November 27
Rue de la Néva
Old fashioned elevator in a Parisian building. When I was younger (not that long ago!) most elevators in Paris were like this, now these have become much rarer, replaced with modern "normal" ones that are no doubt much safer - no risk of getting anything caught in between the 2 doors - but with much less charm...
Thursday, November 2
Wednesday, November 1
Saturday, October 28
Sunday, October 22
Thursday, October 19
Holiday lights
...have been strung up on the trees along the Champs Elysées. They don't get switched on until early December, I think, but they're up. Christmas is coming and the goose is getting fat...
Saturday, October 14
Saturday, September 30
Sunday, August 27
Sunday, August 20
Sunday, July 30
Bibliothèque
Saturday, July 29
Friday, July 14
Parc de Sceaux
Not Paris, but close enough and easy to get to via RER. Lovely picnic there today - so few people, sunny and warm, but breezy. Large expanses of lawns, wooded areas, a big canal, fountains, ducks, a swan and two downy cygnets, good company, home made quiche, a ripe peach, juice dribbling down my chin and sunshine on my shoulders.
Saturday, May 20
Hôtel de Ville
A handful of CGT trade unionists were holding some sort of rally in the Hôtel de Ville this afternoon. And I do mean a handful - they looked quite lost in the middle of the wide esplanade. Cheerful bunch, too. They were playing music and handing out balloons.
Nearby avenue Victoria was filled was police trucks - most of the policemen were sitting in their vehicles looking bored. Perhaps they had been expecting to do battle with a huge angry mob. Or maybe they were supposed to be somewhere else. Who knows. One young cop sat on a bench in the sunlight, drinking a soda. Several small groups loitered around the square, eyeing pretty women as they walked past. Ocasionnally they were distracted by tourists wandering by, in groups or alone, holding up maps of the city, asking for directions. They seemed happy to help. No tear gas or burning cars in sight.
This is a type of scene I've witnessed so often over the years - it makes me sad when people feel obliged to ask, due to events in the past few months, whether Paris is safe for visitors.
Yes, it's safe. It's beautiful.
Nearby avenue Victoria was filled was police trucks - most of the policemen were sitting in their vehicles looking bored. Perhaps they had been expecting to do battle with a huge angry mob. Or maybe they were supposed to be somewhere else. Who knows. One young cop sat on a bench in the sunlight, drinking a soda. Several small groups loitered around the square, eyeing pretty women as they walked past. Ocasionnally they were distracted by tourists wandering by, in groups or alone, holding up maps of the city, asking for directions. They seemed happy to help. No tear gas or burning cars in sight.
This is a type of scene I've witnessed so often over the years - it makes me sad when people feel obliged to ask, due to events in the past few months, whether Paris is safe for visitors.
Yes, it's safe. It's beautiful.
Thursday, May 11
Tuesday, May 2
avenue Montaigne
Saturday, April 8
Markets
Thursday, March 16
Friday, March 10
Champs Elysées Clémenceau metro station
This morning in the Metro station, there was an old man busking. He was playing the violin. He wasn’t playing from memory, nor did he have a stand with sheet music in front of him, a woman (his wife?) was standing near him, holding the sheet music up to his eyes, turning the pages as he played.
Who are they ? Is this a hobby, something a retired musician does to pass the time, or do they live off the coins thrown in the violin case by commuters in a hurry ? What was the woman thinking as the crowd swirled around them, was she content to be there, standing by her man, watching him, listening to him ? Did she wish she could get on one of the passing trains and go somewhere, anywhere else and do something different with her morning ? Her face gave nothing away.
Who are they ? Is this a hobby, something a retired musician does to pass the time, or do they live off the coins thrown in the violin case by commuters in a hurry ? What was the woman thinking as the crowd swirled around them, was she content to be there, standing by her man, watching him, listening to him ? Did she wish she could get on one of the passing trains and go somewhere, anywhere else and do something different with her morning ? Her face gave nothing away.
Friday, March 3
Hôtel de Ville
Sunday, January 15
Avenue de Clichy
My favorite tree. It's in a little garden just off avenue de Clichy. It's tiny, but there is grass and a playground. And this tree. I find it very graceful.
Saturday, January 14
Rue de Rivoli
This is a very long street, and it has several personalities. One section is rather posh, with fancy old hotels and tea rooms opposite the Tuileries. Another is full of tacky souvenir shops.
And yet another is Paris' answer to the ubiquitous English High Street, teaming with shoppers on their way to and from the Gap, Body Shop, H & M, Zara, Foot Locker, etc etc...
Today, the first Saturday of the winter sales, that section of rue de Rivoli was overflowing with people. Walking on the sidewalks required patience, speed, and fast reflexes.
Two RATP (public transportation) bus drivers idled their engines side by side, bemused, as the crowd surged on and off the sidewalk in an effort to get somewhere, anywhere, quickly ! in search of a bargain. The buses were halted, not by cars but by bargain hunters. One driver opened the door of his bus to talk to the other driver through his open window.
- It's crazy today, isn't it ?
- Yes, all these people have left their brains at home.
Gallic shrugs all 'round. The buses start up again and we're off.
And yet another is Paris' answer to the ubiquitous English High Street, teaming with shoppers on their way to and from the Gap, Body Shop, H & M, Zara, Foot Locker, etc etc...
Today, the first Saturday of the winter sales, that section of rue de Rivoli was overflowing with people. Walking on the sidewalks required patience, speed, and fast reflexes.
Two RATP (public transportation) bus drivers idled their engines side by side, bemused, as the crowd surged on and off the sidewalk in an effort to get somewhere, anywhere, quickly ! in search of a bargain. The buses were halted, not by cars but by bargain hunters. One driver opened the door of his bus to talk to the other driver through his open window.
- It's crazy today, isn't it ?
- Yes, all these people have left their brains at home.
Gallic shrugs all 'round. The buses start up again and we're off.
Friday, January 13
New Year's resolution...
.... update this poor blog which never really got off the ground.
Was toying with the idea of getting a digital camera as a Christmas gift to myself, in order to upload photos of 5 Streets (and more !) but did not.
Since then have been paralyzed by writer's block (to be honest, indecision and feelings of mediocrity). Because, after all, it's not as if writing about Paris has not been done before, in great detail, by some of the truly Greats.
Enough dithering. There will be updates, I promise.
Watch this space !
Was toying with the idea of getting a digital camera as a Christmas gift to myself, in order to upload photos of 5 Streets (and more !) but did not.
Since then have been paralyzed by writer's block (to be honest, indecision and feelings of mediocrity). Because, after all, it's not as if writing about Paris has not been done before, in great detail, by some of the truly Greats.
Enough dithering. There will be updates, I promise.
Watch this space !
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