Most of you know I’m a total Francophile. J’aime toutes les choses franҫaises! This summer I got to share my love of France with Tom. His first trip to Europe and he loved it too. We spent several days in Dublin (that will be a later post) and the rest of the time in Paris and Beaune with our friends Bonnie and Tom.
Of course we hit the highlights:
A glass of wine at a street cafe.
It’s not a cliché; the Eiffel Tower is truly spectacular.
So is the view from the top. Not for those who suffer from a fear of heights (Bonnie and Tom).
Le Louvre. Can you believe in the height of tourist season I was able to get photos with few people?
Le Jardin du Tuileries is a beautiful (and huge) public park across from the Louvre.
The Musée d’Orsay, an old train station, houses the biggest collection of impressionist paintings in the world.
We witnessed the ceremony at the tomb of the Unknown Soldier at L’Arc de Triomphe. A group of school children led the parade. They actually closed several blocks of the Champs-Elysées for the parade.
The Palais de Justice was once called the Conciergerie. It was a prison during the Revolution. Hundreds of prisoners were held here before being executed at a guillotine including Marie Antoinette.
The tower of Saint Jacques is still standing. The 16th century church was destroyed during the Revolution.
Lovers have been publicly proclaiming their love by attaching padlocks to the Pont des Arts in Paris for years. Part of the railing collapsed in early June because of the tremendous weight. This pedestrian only bridge had re-opened by the time we arrived. Unfortunately, people have started to attach locks on other bridges too.
Paris Selfie!
Of course, Tom would be the one to find a Packer bar in Paris. What a hoot. It’s called WOS (Wide Open Spaces) on Rue Saint Jacques. The owner is French and the bartender, Matthew is Scottish. What a fun bar. They have quite a collection of Parker memorabilia. Matt has even been to Lambeau for the Packer-Atlanta play-off game. He said it was so cold, it was the first time he ever wore underwear under his kilt! Now we know.
Paris in the morning.
Sunset in Paris doesn’t happen until after 10 pm. So many hours of daylight to enjoy my favorite city.
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