The best of Parisian graffiti (double click it, read closely)
The best cake shop ever
Our front gate
The Musee Dorsay bouncer
Rhinos beat lions in Paris
Don't piss me off dickhead!
Gotta love the gargoyles
Froggy frogman inseinity
Rhinos are big in Paris
Sunday in Paris.
Wake up, go back to sleep, wake up, pause, go back to sleep again. Wake up a bit more than before and then contemplate the temptations ahead.
We headed for the Musee Dorsay on the other side of the Seine. We got there just after a bus-load of Japanese on a Kontiki tour, but all was well. We got in to see the Van Gogh/Gaugin exhibition and the Crime/Punishment show and then onto the permanent exhibits. It was good but all in French ( naturalment).
As usual we were overwhelmed by the torrent of value. We covered a lot of ground and a lot of greats, I snuck a few photos (fearful of the gendarmerie) and we walked home past the old opera house. Another day in Paris.
We had lunch at the pension and Jane caught up on some sleep while I followed a demonstration against immigration policy down Rue Bourbourg. They had a doof-doof beat and red flags and several hundred gendarmes in full riot gear following them. I had a beer between people in helmets and balaclavas and lines of fully armed police. It was a treat.
I'll post pictures tomorrow, too late now, but it was energising to think I might be included in a major battle. As it was I was enjoying a Leffe (6.6% and the best taste ever) and olives followed by complimentary antipasto whilst photographing the ring-leaders from a lovely rattan chair.
I made it home complete and we went together to a do south of the seine. We had read about it in the Sydney Morning Herald and it was a locus for our trip. It turned out to be a pleasant diversion with a lot of interesting people to swap notes with. We gained a few ideas and we may be leaning towards driving through Provence to Nice. Sounds good, particularly since I am able to drive on the wrong side of the road now.
The Louvre tomorrow. Nice and early, followed by a date with a couple for lunch, maybe.
It just keeps rolling.
