Paris, as I suspected, has survived very well with out me for the past four years. But it is so good to be back.
It is springtime here. The forsythia is just starting. The Tuileries is lovely. And of course, the art…the art is alive and well. The first thing I managed to do when I arrived at Charles deGaulle airport was to find the Paris Tourist Information desk and buy my 6 day museum pass.
After too little sleep on a fully booked Air France flight (I never think of myself as large until I try to fit in to one of those seats over the course of an 8 hour flight), I managed to catch up on my rest some and headed out this morning for coffee in the Tuileries.
The thing I truly love about Paris is that there is art everywhere, and I mean everywhere…of course it is in the museums, but it is also in the parks, on the streets and in every store window. Each is a little gem.
Of course, I hit the mother load this morning. I went across the park to the Orangerie to see Monet’s waterlilies in natural light. Spectacular.
It seems the pigeons love the art in Paris almost as much as I do.
Hopefully more tomorrow, if the hotel internet connection be willing.