Posts filed under ‘Paris’

“I couldn’t finish this…

…But you’ll probably like it”.


13 June 2013 at 11:41 Leave a comment

La Petite ceinture

17 September 2011 at 06:29 Leave a comment


14 January 2011 at 08:29 Leave a comment

je l’ai dans mon sang!

Wharton on Paris:

“I am sunk in the usual demoralizing happiness which this atmosphere produces in me,” Wharton wrote in a letter at the end of 1907. She added, “The tranquil majesty of the architectural lines, the wonderful blurred winter lights, the long lines of lamps garlanding the avenues & the quays — je l’ai dans mon sang!” (“I have it in my blood!”)

Edith Wharton, 1907

Her description is so evocative.

I always miss Paris in the Autumn.

10 October 2009 at 15:07 Leave a comment

Free Louvre Sunday

This last Sunday was again “Free Louvre Sunday”. The first Sunday of every month the museums of Paris are free, and it’s a beautiful thing. Every Sunday we go somewhere, usually the Louvre, but also Centre Pompidou, and this week the Musée d’Orsay.

The lines are shortening dramatically as tourist season ends, and the weather was great, so off we set. The disadvantage to Md’O is that they have only one entrance line and you have to wait outside. In bad weather, we always head to the Louvre. They not only get people in more efficiently, two of the lines are inside, or at least not out entirely in the open.

But, Musée d’Orsay it was. We got through the line quickly, though bb did set off the metal detector! Forgot he had his cell phone…and the woman at the security desk guessed that immediately, “Phone?” she suggested. And he nodded sheepishly, handed it to her, and went back through.

So we meandered a bit. Saw the Ingres section, admired the sculptures in the main aisle and had just decided to go to the next level up via the main stairs near the door, when I noticed they were pushing people back and roping it off.

“That’s not good,” bb frowned, when I pointed it out to him, “there’s only the one entrance.”

So we headed to a better vantage point (at the far end of the main room is a raised walkway) so we trotted up there and watched them as they moved people further and further back, on all levels, until the front half of the building was empty. Then we decided to find the emergency exit. No trouble there, and saw some fabulous Art Nouveau furniture on our way, but the amazing thing we noticed when we got back to the main area was that most people were completely oblivious. Here are an organized group of (plain-clothed) security people shutting down half the museum and no one seemed to notice!

We heard the answer to the riddle echoing over the loudspeaker as we were leaving: an abandoned package was found in the cloak room: colis abandonée. Dreaded words. Closed down our metro for several hours one day.

Very soon after this they herded us together and ushered us out a side emergency exit. So we, and everybody else, headed to the Louvre. There we entirely skipped the line by going through the entrance in Passage Richelieu. They won’t always let you through that way, but when they do you’re in!

We had a fabulous time, as always.

I do love Paris.

6 October 2004 at 19:28 Leave a comment

Uh, hello?

Had a lovely morning walk today to get nice, warm chocolatines and saw a wedding cavalcade.

Out in front was the limo, nicely decorated with toile and flowers…and two stuffed “Hello Kitty” heads.

Blink. Blink.



20 September 2004 at 00:52 Leave a comment

A thing of beauty

Have a look at this friendly face:

This witty philosopher thinks that “witty sayings prove nothing”.

Oui, d’accord.

17 September 2004 at 01:36 Leave a comment

Older Posts

What I’ve been reading:

  • James Boswell, The Life of Samuel Johnson, L.L.D. (London, 14 King William Street, Strand: William P. Nimmo, 1876). 5 years ago
  • Marsilio Ficino, Letters of Marsilio Ficino, v. 3, trans. Language Dept. School of Economic Science, London (New York: Gingko Press, 1985). 5 years ago
  • Italo Calvino, Six Memos for the Next Millennium (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1988). 5 years ago
  • Stephanie Kallos, Broken for You (New York: Grove Press, 2004). 6 years ago
  • Marsilio Ficino, Letters of Marsilio Ficino, v. 2, trans. Language Dept. School of Economic Science, London (New York: Gingko Press, 1985) 6 years ago

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I am a misanthrope. No one ever believes me, but this seems to prove my point.



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