So, let's start with the bad news, and get that out of the way. . . Yes, against our faint hopes, our train tomorrow has been cancelled due to the SNCF work action. Luckily, we'd backed our trip up with bus tickets, so we get to sample that mode of transportation tomorrow morning. . . .
As well, there has been one torrential downpour, part of an impressive orage (thunder!! lightning!!) that sent us scurrying for shelter (in a café -- camaraderie with others who had failed to carry an umbrella or order a rowboat. Wine as well -- not such a bad way to wait out a storm). . . Not going to tempt fate, but I survived that sans raincoat or umbrella or anything more than Birkenstocks on my feet, so I'm not (yet!) regretting my packing. . . .
Today (we've moved over to the Good News already), I was back to enjoying the comfort of a linen dress, no back-up other than that scarf, in the beautiful Jardin Café of Le Petit Palais.
Mary Cassatt at Musée Jacquemart-Andrée -- where I sketched these beasts before and after lunch -- the museum restaurant there is a must-visit, such a gorgeous room.
|Sorry, I see I didn't hold the camera steady and those palm fronds are not well focused. . .|
And if I were to share a favourite painting from the exhibition, much as I appreciated and enjoyed Kupka's abstracts, I couldn't help but love this tableau (included, I think, in the category of his allegorical or symbolic realist work). It's called Les Joies, and I love it for the way the women seem to be glorying in their own sensual carnality or at least corporeality -- they're not posed as objects for a male viewer, as I see them, but rather as subjects in their own right, engaged in pursuits that please them. . .
Now it's time to figure out where to eat, this last evening in Paris before we're back here at the end of June. . . À tout à l'heure. . .