For instance, Sunday was free museum day in Paris, I had to take advantage of that! So, I decided to walk along the left bank of the Seine until I got to the Museum d'Orsay. Here's a view from that walk... apparently, there are Velib bikes you can rent for 1/2 hours at a time (like in Nashville), but I never did find a bike kiosk, so I walked....about 10K.
|Selfie in front of the Seine|
|The Grand Palace|
|Best. Picnic.Ever. What more do you need? Meat, cheese, bread, more cheese....done. Unfortunately, they didn't see me or invite me to join them.|
|More boards at the playground, how fun (NOT). And a Teepee.|
|Orsay clock overlooking the Seine|
|Breaking the rules....I took a photo inside!|
|La Nature se la Devoilant a la Science, 1899|
|Images courtesy of Google Images|
Next, I found myself at the love lock bridge. Tradition states that you bring a pad lock to this bridge with your lover and write both of your names on it, lock it to the bridge and throw the key in the Seine with a kiss. Its suppose to lock up your love forever, or as long as the lock lasts I guess. There have been several movements in Italy and Germany and Paris (most recently in 2010) actually to remove the locks due to weight or rust, or aesthetic displeasure, but they have remained anyhow.
Obviously, I did not put a stupid lock on the stupid bridge because I don't have a stupid lover. blurg. But I managed to contribute a few selfies for all of you as I was throwing up in my mouth of disgust, self pity and just plain jealousy. Next year, people, next year.
|Look at me, I'm so happy to be by other peoples hopes and dreams....|
It had been a long day and I had decided that I had earned an ice cream cone, so I went back home near the Trocadero where I saw children playing in the moss filled fountain....gross. It was such a beautiful day and it was hot as shit so I tried not to judge...not that hard, I was totally judging. Fuckin' gross. I was in no mood for ice cream now, all I wanted to do was spray those kids with a power washer.
|Remember the days when slimy shit didn't gross us out?|
|Hello Prada, Marc Jacobs and Comme des Garcons!|
|Ohne Titel, Chanel, Yves Saint Laurent, Prabal Gurung, Lanvin, Gavenchy, Balenciaga, Proenza Schroader and Zac Posen, you'll do.|
|Miss Vera Wang, Cushnie et Ochs and Giambattista Vallie if you're nasty.|
|Well if you must, Valentino, Carolina Herrera, Yves, Ulyana Sergenko, Chanel and Oscar de la Renta|
|Mr. Ralph Lauren is a haute mess!|
|And genius Tom Ford tops off best in show....LOVED THIS ONE|
And, I'm not going to just take it home and eat it alone like a loser... I heard live music playing at the Trocadero so I went to see what all the fuss was about. There was a gentleman there playing the guitar and serenading the audience with his rendition of Pretty Woman, which did not include the correct words...but he tried real hard. I had to leave when he said how about some Bob Marley....seriously, doesn't anybody know a BM song other than No Woman No Cry. I'm outta here. Where is my Redemption Song....?
|Live music at the Trocadero overlooking the Eiffel Tower|
I spoke French today, legitimately. I went to the post office to request 15 postcard stamps (wink wink) ALL IN FRENCH!!!
I have been criticized for not showing any French pastries on my blog. So, here you go. The macaroons were delicious. Julie Duncan, I think of you every time I eat one.
I feel like there is a theme here. Wine plus writing. Either my book is going to be stellar or complete shit, either way I will dedicate portions of it to my shitty luck with men and my stellar luck with French wine.
|My "work" station|
|This guy had a long day. I approve of his nap technique and even more so of his "eye mask" Well played, good sir, well played.|