...we were packing our backs for Paris. So much planning, saving, talking about and dreaming had gone into the trip that my stepson, who stayed home to follow the footy, wondered out loud what we would do with ourselves after it was all over.
What else? Plan the next one, of course. Anyway, in memory of all that, here's a couple of images from the trip.
Printemps a Paris, Jardin de Plantes
This really was a great and pleasant surprise. The site has, and I hesitate to say it, a distinctly happy air about it. There is an enormous fondness for the late singer, expressed through objects left here by fans: packets of cigs, wine bottles, photographs, notes, gifts, a cabbage, and least explicable of all, the Teletubby doll Po hanging on a branch. I left with a whole new regard for the old guy and listen to his music in a new way. The cemetery is also home to writers including Simone de Beauvoir, Jean Paul Sartre and Samuel Beckett.
Next Saturday I start a new course in learning French, a year to the day we arrived there. I am planning to study over the next two years and develop a more solid knowledge. We can but dream.
4 comments:
We used a photo of that gargoyle on the cover of the School Magazine a few years ago. I'm sure it's the same one. I'll dig it out and scan it to show you!
The gargoyles are beautiful, non?
We climbed 440 stone steps that day and came astonished at the engineering achieved in building Notre Dame. The bell house is a-m-a-z-i-n-g-!
And how exactly did they get the huge bell up there?
Nice photos! I'll have to share some Parisian stories with you...
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