We have so little time in Paris this visit, especially after travel woes robbed us of a day, that I am going to be frugal with my writing for now. But let me share several delights. Above, a statue we must have passed without noticing many times before, as it's right at Rue Cherche-Midi. An Hommage to French poet and novelist François Mauriac by German sculptor Haim Kern, the bronze "pages" are engraved with quotations from the writer's work, and the piece is all nestled in a quiet garden in the busy heart of St Germain. J'adore the way Paris surprises me, charms me. . .
And speaking of charming, can we dote together on this story-tale vignette, the whimsy of the felted figures surely drawing small children from all around to peer into the windows of the children's wear store whose name I disgracefully forgot to record.
And the light. I am so enamoured of the way evening light makes Paris buildings sing out their golds. Here Pater is silhouetted as we make our way through Odéon neighbourhood back to our hotel in the 13th,where I sit now, sipping an aromatic green Chinese tea (Long Jing) thoughtfully supplied by our hotelier friend Jennifer.
Today's pleasure also included meeting a clever and amiable Twitter friend, getting my gourmand on via a Burrata-tomato salad, walking umpteen kilometres, and listening to a sidewalk jazz trio. After the quiet hotel time we're currently indulging in, we head back out for a jazz concert -- love this city!
Given how busy the days are here, given that the technology i use en route is not as accommodating as that i use at home, and given that I am here with Pater and want to spend much of the day with him, I will have to ration my responses to your comments, but please know that I read and enjoy each and every one of them. . .