Do 05.Jun.2014
Paris, France
If I didn't already have this page's photos selected and ready to lay out,
I'd just jump ahead a couple of weeks. Or if I had anything ready to go from
the four places I've stayed since here. Or if I had some ham, I could have
ham and eggs, if I had some eggs.
None of those ifs is actually the case,
so here we are in Paris, a long ride on multiple trains from the Costa del Sol.
Also a reliable rest stop and stepping stone, before another long ride
to eastern Germany for the Gathering of the Dead Heads, which is now also past.
An austerely classy little neighborhood art cinema. Three or four different films
per day, with the same film repeating ony one or two times over the week.
No ads, no trailers, no popcorn and junk bars at captive-audience prices.
The film starts at the announced time precisely. At it's end, lights-up and out
we go, without so much as a second of manipulative BS. This is where I saw
Tati's rare Jour de Fete last year.
Bless them!
This red neon spiral is the logo of some kind of lottery. Its presence over
a shop front means you can buy tickets there.
Art on the bank of the Seine, near the Louvre.
Hey, look who's here! I was taking my exercise walk through the Montparnasse
Cemetery, and look who showed up. It was a bit of a relief to not need to explain
to him that I never read anything he wrote. But I do know his name from my
lit major friends from high school days.
M. Baudelaire lies about midway along the east wall of the grounds,
equidistant from Henri Poincare on the south wall, and J P Sarte
and Simone de Beauvoir, who share a grave by the north wall.
Place Chatelet
The south entrance to Jardin de Luxemmbourg
at Rue Auguste Comte
Luxembourg Gardens
Arguably Paris' nicest park, and an easy one to work into my exercise walks.
This royal lady's expression is as stony as her ingredients. She looks like
somebody not to cross.
A half-baked panorama - two shots at right angles along a low wall in the park.
If the subject is mundane, at least the late sun under the storm clouds holds
a bit of visual magic.
Rue Gay-Lussac
It isn't obvious, but there is the faint arch of
a rainbow over those two buildings up there.
When you actually cross the rue, the rainbow is harder to miss.
T'isn't Acapulco, but Paris can still come up with a pot of gold, so to speak.
Once again, my traditional occasional hidden Eiffel Tower quiz. Yes, it
is identifiable in one of the photos on this page. No prize for finding
it but your own satisfaction.