Rain pelted Paris today; cold temperatures slyly snuck in.
But! Up until now, Paris bathed in a surprising amount of sunshine. It’s as if the city knew it must woo me back from Spain.
Soaking up the sun in a park close to home
And speaking of all things woo, reuniting with my man after the summer away has been awesome. He also was pleasantly surprised. Since we met in a season when I was already bundled up in my puffy coat – and winter here lasted through June – he’d never seen me sporting cute summer dresses before. Yes, show a little skin!
Ok, but with a scarf. And something for my arms. And a table in front so you can’t really see what I’m wearing. But trust me! More cuteness has happened than usual!
I’ve been approaching the city as a newcomer again; being a tourist in my own town. I had an errand close to the Pantheon the other day and then realized – hey! I’ve never been inside the Pantheon! Time to check that off the list.
But of course I didn’t have my camera with me so this is a photo from Flickr Creative Commons. Thanks DoctorWho!
My friend Adam also paid visit to the city. And aww, shucks! He proposed to his girlfriend at the Eiffel Tower! (She said yes). We’re batting a thousand for wonderful tourist things to do.
(Come join us on a short video stroll on the tip of Ile de la Cite as we headed to a picnic. More summer stuff!)
Not far from said tip is the Pont des Arts. Adam hadn’t been in Paris for 5 or 6 years. “Hey, when did that bridge get covered over in gold?” he joked as we spied it from Pont Neuf.
Oh. Oh dear. Upon closer inspection it is simply the love lock bridge way overloaded now
But back on the trail. It’s the Museum of Montmartre.
Musee de Montmartre
And quaint Place Dalida…
…though the golden tint of (ahem, rhyme with me here), the statue’s t*ts took the classiness level down just a bit.
What ritual is this?
There’s the Roy Lichtenstein exhibition at the Pompidou. (It’s great! The expo is on through November 4 – my birthday! – for anyone who still wants to catch it).
Now, mes petits…pour la France!
Summer’s fun and games wane, however. But in it’s place the energy and promise of the busy rentree. Everything is abuzz; everyone’s appointment books full.
Remember the quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald, someone who knew a little something about swinging Paris in its heyday: “Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”
So now over to you: Does the rentree/back to school season energize you or fill you with dread?
Delight or terror in the Tuileries?