March in Paris, pt. 6: A Little Bit of Everything

Signs of spring, Square Boucicaut

Le Bon Marche

The Conran Shop

Angelina

Mona Lisa

Metro École Militaire

From Paris to Brussels

Duluc Detective, from Midnight in Paris

Rue Jean-Jacques Rousseau

Voulez vous dansez avec moi ce soir?

Pont Marie

Peeping Eiffel

Place de l'École Militaire

Sunset, Rue d'Estrées

Spring was making a slow crawl into the city while we were there. Buds were appearing on trees, but most remained bare, stark and beautiful in their own way. We wandered Saint-Germain, had lunch at Angelina, went to the Louvre (where we were briefly separated in the throngs and where my mom was sufficiently underwhelmed by the Mona Lisa again), and made a special pilgrimage to E. Dehillerin, the storied kitchen supply superstore where Julia Child loved to shop. Since I can barely find my way around a pot of boiling water, I stood near the entrance and struck up a conversation with a lovely woman from Arizona, whose husband was as starry eyed in the narrow, dusty aisles as my mom was. She and her husband had been coming for the past nine years; now in their late 60s, they were both retired. “We just wish we figured out how much we loved Paris when we were younger,” the woman told me, as her husband oohed and aahed over copper spoons and pie molds. “You’re lucky,” she said, “to have been here so often already, so young.”

And she’s right. I am so lucky.

And with that, we conclude the Paris photos from this vacation. I will spend the next however-many months until my next trip to this great city (because there will be another) staring at that last photo, taken right outside my favorite boulangerie as the sun was beginning its showy descent. I’ve never met a lens flare I didn’t like, and as we stepped out after enjoying a late afternoon tea & chocolate gateau (#vacation), I reached for my camera, and then headed right into the light, full of hope and cake. There’s a metaphor in there somewhere, I’m just sure of it.

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April 14, 2016 / art / photo / Travel / LEAVE A COMMENT / 4

4 comments

  • Jump in the shower. I think we should go back to Angelina’s. Oh how I wish….
    I take lens flares as a personal affront. Maybe it’s my migraines but, I hate the flare. Yours are a different story. You capture the light, the movement, the essence of Paris. Damn.

  • Just testing. I have tried to comment your wonderful photos several times without luck…

  • That´s better, success! Just wanted to say that you catch the love one feels for Paris so very well.
    (Fortunately we are going back there again very soon, at the end of May. At least one visit a year is a must!)

  • How your mom felt about the Mona Lisa is just about how everyone in my boyfriend’s family felt about the Alamo in San Antonio – womp womp