Paris Album, Part 2

My favorite quiet corner of Paris was the cemetery at Montmartre.  Away from crowds, tended to by various cats, overseen by angels. I spent a lot of my early photography days taking pictures in cemeteries in Vermont, and back then my dream was to visit ones like these in New Orleans, in Paris, in Savannah, in Prague. Ancient.  I don’t think John and Katherine share the same affinity for cemeteries that I do, but it’s okay.  I still got to spend time wandering.

Staying off the main streets on our way to Sacré-Cœur from the cemetery, we were rewarded with the beautiful Allée des Brouillards and, at the end of it, this man on a bench in front of a bit of Paris spring.  I loved that shock of yellow!  

Another favorite: this tree at the top of Montmartre’s famous steps.

A view from the Coulée Verte...

... and from the Tuileries...

I was pleased to see that the fleet of ships at the Luxembourg Gardens pond included not just boats from regular countries, but also a pirate ship.  Ha! John and Katherine sailed Norway…

On my birthday, we went to the top of the Eiffel Tower.  We arrived early, the line wasn’t long, and we’d stocked up on baguettes for breakfast, eating them while waiting. We bought the stair tickets, and climbed until we were finally forced to take the elevator up from the second level. I still remember being at the top with my Dad when I was four years old, and although I don’t remember what side we looked over, I remember the railing being just at eye level, and my Dad having to lift me up to give me a better view. I’m pretty sure that wooden railing is the still the very same, and the second I put my hand on it, I got goosebumps. I still remembered the feel of the wood on my palm.  Of course it made me cry — I miss my Dad, and I know I am lucky to remember moments like that from so long ago.  I know Katherine will grow up and remember this trip with her own Dad, being at the top of the world in Paris.

** See my other Paris posts: Paris Album, and A Day in Paris.

A Day in Paris

John and I took his youngest daughter, Katherine, to Paris in early April. She said it was on her bucket list (an 11 year-old with a bucket list, go figure) to go to the top of the Eiffel Tower, and John's sister-in-law, who'd been living in Paris for the last few years, was moving back to the States.  Anyone who wanted to visit needed to do so pronto.  Off we went! 

I'm still sorting through photographs from the trip, so there are more posts on the way, but I wanted to share a photo-an-hour diary of our last day there. (Why not work backwards?) Here goes:

7am - Waking up to the trees in the courtyard...

8am - Out the door and through the gate, passing all the perfect spring flowers along the way.

Our route to the Metro bordered the woods of Bois de Boulogne.

We'd stop every day at the boulangerie near the Metro for donuts and ham and cheese baguettes to take with us for lunch. It was my favorite place to practice French... the ladies there were so nice.

9am - The Metro! Today we planned to start out in Montmartre.

10am - La Cimetière de Montmartre. Old and beautiful and quiet... I loved it here. Previous days had been spent in crowded places and I just felt so peopled-out. I could have spent the entire day here just sitting on a bench.

11 am - We wandered through quiet neighborhoods near Sacré-Coeur...

12pm - Sacré-Coeur was as beautiful as all the photos I'd seen. Behind it, a quiet street ended at a park, which is where we found the La Vie Est Une Aventure! graffiti written on a stone bench.

1pm - We took the far west steps below the church to get down to the main street again.  I couldn't help stopping to photograph this tree.  Paris in spring!  

2:30pm -  We stood in line for a good long while to get into Angelina's for their famous hot chocolate (recommended to us by Maureen, our flight attendant on the way over). Yum!

3:30pm - Walking the Coulée Verte, which is an old elevated railroad bed that has been transformed into a walking path. Apparently the first of its kind, it inspired New York City's Highline, which I've also walked. It had started drizzling earlier in the day, so everything was lush-green and bright.

4:30pm - Made some friends along the way. 

5pm - A view from one of the bridges.

By the time we got to the end, it was POURING. Katherine's umbrella was turning inside-out from the wind, my shoes had puddles in them, and we underestimated how long it would take to get to the Metro station we were looking for. Of course!

6pm - We stopped in the Marais to hunt for a shop I'd read about in my favorite online sewing magazine. My winter coat needs some new buttons, and Le Mercerie Parisienne apparently specializes in all kinds of unique buttons.

I found two sets that I really liked.  We'll see which one works out the best...

7:30pm - Back to Neuilly for dinner at Piccolo Mondo, the restaurant we went to on our first night.  The server remembered us, which was fun.  I know I know, we should have ended our trip with traditional French fare, but why, when this place was sooo good?

It was a long day --- and a rainy one! --- but we had fun and I am happy we didn't abandon our plans just because of the weather.

** Here are my other two Paris posts... Paris Album 2 and Paris Album

Thank you, Christine, for the raincoat, umbrella, and, most and best of all, for sharing your home, stories, and Paris travel tips with us :-)

Album: Quiet days in Venice and Vienna

As I go through images from 2017, I'm finally spending some more time on those from the trip we took to Venice and Vienna in the late spring. I posted some of my black and whites from Venice in this post, but was so so excited about those that I never got around to the color ones.  It always takes me awhile to figure out what my favorites are anyway.

We only spent an afternoon in Vienna proper, and so I didn't get my hopes up about making photographs that were more than snapshots, but between the old cafes and the sculptures behind wire at the Spanish Riding School, there was plenty of inspiring mood and I was so happy with what I captured that day!

In Venice, we stayed on a quiet part of the island in the guesthouse of the Church of Madonna dell' Orto. With a few exceptions, so of my favorite scenes were in the guesthouse itself, or in the neighborhood right outside the door. Grazie, Padre Petro!

One of my other favorite quiet finds away from the crowds was the Palazzo Ca' Zenobio. We spent an afternoon reading books in the courtyard and wandering through the galleries.  I loved the windows with the gold curtains and the delicate woodwork...

Italy is all about espresso---and neither John nor I are coffee drinkers!--- but we managed to find a pot of tea one morning..

And this was what twilight looked like every evening as we walked over the bridge back to the guest house...

Venice, you are my favorite city in the world, and, no, I haven't seen a lot of cities, nor have I even spent that much time with you, but it doesn't matter. Sometimes you just know.