Then down rue de Rivoli, across Pont Neuf, through Place Dauphine and lunch in the gorgeous pedestrian street rue de Buci in the 6th arrondissement...and then to Crocodisc where Monsieur lost himself in funk and disco section. Picked up a baguette in Ile Saint-Louis (still warm from the oven), a few quiet moments in the courtyard of No. 10 (wishing we were heading upstairs to our own apartment), a stop at Nicolas wine shop pour moi and then home to rue Saint-Antoine. C'est la vie!
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Bonjour mes amis! I remembered that you must be exploring your favourite city - and exploring and planning the renovation. Merde! Thrilled to read the posts and feel I am with you both as you confirm your love of Paris. xxx
Bien sur, c'est la vie!
Love the 'photos. What a good exhibition, tres drole. L&G
The cafe pictured in this set of images looks remarkably like Madame Sou Sou, Fitzroy. But I like how the streetscapes in Paris are consistent and preserve the architectural heritage. Fi
Hi Sally and Brent
It's funny how the planets rotate and the universe sometimes aligns itself linking the actions and experiences of individuals through time and space. As you were wandering around Paris after breakfast gazing at illustrations I was also wandering around the Paris-end of Croydon looking at an exhibition of drawings on student's desks in preparation for Open Day.
The creativity and inventiveness of Australia's young artists certainly bodes well for our cultural future. Never have so many representations of a particular part of the male anatomy been rendered so lovingly and in so many different styles - from the lifelike through to a masterpiece that was clearly Cubist inspired. One even had a little face on it with an enigmatic smile reminiscent of the Mona Lisa herself. But truth be told, given my acquaintance with some of these artists most of their pictures were most likely self-portraits.
There is one place, however, that I would not want wander around and get lost in like Brent and that is that record shop Croco-shit-disc!
Richard Ashton got lost in the Congo in 1842 and was slowly digested by a carnivorous plant. He was a devout Christian and just before his head disappeared he was still heard cheerfully singing 'All Things Bright and Beautiful'
Ahmed Rantolla was lost in the desert for three months in 1867 in his search of that rarest of creatures the Northern Saharan Chocolate Rabbit.
However, their ordeals pale into insignificance next to the suffering of those lost in ... THE FUNK & DISCO SECTION OF A RECORD STORE! I lived through the Disco period and am still going to a counselor 3 times a week. Did he have flares with him in case he got lost? Did you ring Search and Rescue immediately? Is this disaster covered in your travel insurance? Poor Brent, I can see him emerging 4 hours later in a white silk body suit, striking a John Travolta pose and muttering "Get down and boogie.. oooh yeah" The only thing you can do in a situation like this is grab the nearest Joy Division EP and give him a vigorous rub-down.
Paris is a dangerous city - take it easy out there Sally and Brent.
Cheers, Paul
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