I don’t always succeed, but usually I try to share a somewhat focused story with you here, more than simply a random list of what I’ve been up to.
However, with the long-anticipated return of sunny warm weather (I was beginning to think my winter coat might become year-round attire) I just had to go out EVERYWHERE during this past 3-day weekend; dive into the city that’s come alive. No structured theme for me.
Suddenly stripping down to small tank tops and short skirts felt a bit strange. Maybe everything just strikes me as strange these days, surreal elements popping up all over Paris:
Treehouses sprouting on modern art museums,
whole animals roasted in front of the Town Hall,
a (4 million euro!) garden covering the Champs Elysees.
(I’m no expert, but I think someone should consult me about proper use of municipal funds).
The heat made some people batty, characters came out in full force.
(Confession: These were actually actors in a play I ran across in front of Saint Sulpice. If you couldn’t tell from the photos, overacting was in full display).I spied a few higher brow things, too, including the inside of the Odeon Theater. I just happened to be strolling with a theater historian at this moment (funny how that happens) whose specialty was theater from the ’68 era. The Odeon had been taken over in ’68 and became something of the protest’s headquarters in Paris, she explained. (Who knew?)
I had never even noticed the building before. I have this kind of Paris blindness sometimes. Though I never grow weary of the beauty of Paris, there are just so many famous historical buildings that I can’t even keep track. What’s that? A visitor might ask. Um, another gorgeous landmark, I reply.
As I lunched in front of Beaubourg, a man on a bike rode up and wished me ‘bon appetit.’
Thanks, I said.
You’re very pretty, too.
Thanks. (I’m very polite you see).
Ah, les hommes sont penibles, non?. Men are tiresome right?
Un peu. A little.
But you should take it as a compliment.
Thanks. I did.
Parisians, we’re flirters.
Yes, you are.
He asked me for coffee, but I kindly declined. (I thought about asking him to offer me ice cream instead, but thought better of it).
It was a nice enough encounter – he did not insist (je ne insiste pas? he had asked hopefully before riding off).
Even the draguers seem charming with such beautiful weather. Everything, really, becomes a real pick-me-up. The city shines anew.