|The boulloire (kettle) arrived on a tray, with a théière (teapot), two cups and saucers -- tea-stained when I snapped this photo for you because we'd just drained them dry -- and an assortment of teabags. . .|
I'd love to write more, but today was a 17.5 kilometre day, and I'm knackered!! We had a 1 o'clock lunch reservation in the 12th, and on the way squeezed in a jog through the Chagall, Lissitzky, and Malévitch exhibition at the Pompidou Centre. Some gorgeous large Chagall paintings, which were thrilling to see, but also very cool was the chance to see some of his studies for the big works. . . .
After our lunch, we thought we'd enjoy a stroll along the Promenade Plantée and then across the Seine on the beautiful curves of the Passerelle Simone de Beauvoir. . . And if our hotel had been just on the other side of the bridge, we'd have been just fine.
But it was another 4.5 kilometres onward, and some crankiness may have ensued. . . .
We've had glorious weather so far, but this evening a thunderstorm and downpour have me worrying a bit about my packing. . . It's not cold, though, and I do have an umbrella, and there's plenty to do indoors here as well. . . We'll see. . .
Almost bedtime, though (I'm still adjusting to the nine-hour time difference, and not yet sleeping more than 5 or 6 hours at night). But before I go, I'll just quickly share the two pages I've filled in my illustrated travel journal. I haven't bothered with paints in the journal the last year or so, relying on just pen and ink, but the watercolour classes of the past weeks have encouraged me to commit to filling my sketchbook this trip. So far, then. . . .
Both these sketches were begun plein air -- on location outdoors, that is -- but I finished them back in the hotel room. Both are of scenes viewed from the Promenade Plantée (the inspiration for New York City's High Line, I believe).
Instagram, although truth be told, I'm trying to unplug a bit and soak up the city while I have the chance.
Wish you were here. . . .