After a long flight, long haul through CDG, long ride into Paris on the RER, I finally arrived at my friends Keri and Richard's apartment. After I caught my breath, we headed for lunch on the Left Bank. This beautiful home reminded me why I love Paris.
Of course the tour books tell you to run not walk to Cimetière Père Lachaise, and you should if you have the time in Paris needed to get there and trust me, a day is not long enough to see it all. Might I recommend Cimetière Montmartre? I thank my friend Peter for taking me there a few times. It's a nice walk down the hill and much smaller. I think you will find it's a great alternative Paris cemetery experience.
Today we return to the dear street artist I met last November. I featured himhere.On his hands and knees, he drew a wonderful Picasso portrait on the sidewalk along the Seine. While he was on his working on his masterpiece, I explored his case of art supplies, then spotted this. This one photo says it all. He works so hard on his art for just a few euros.
This gaggle of happy students was marching along down through Tuileries. Some carried these PVD poles and others a net and bags of soccer balls. I suspect a game of soccer was going to take place in the garden. I should have stuck around for that!
Passed this place a million times going up and down Mouffetard, and in the summer of 2009, every single day going to and from our apartment. Barely room on the sloping sidewalk for chairs and a table but they were usually full.
It is no secret that I fell in love with the game of pétanque and the players in June, 2009. That day, while Eva and Davis played on the playground in Luxembourg Gardens, I wandered down the walkway and discovered pétanque. It's boules in the south and bocce in Italy. This game is played with metal balls and there are numerous courts laid out for the very serious players, who seem to come day after day, even in the winter. I sat on a green bench and took it all in. After a while, one of the players spotted me and enjoyed my photographs. He and his friends tried to explain the rules to my delight. Now, every trip I seek them out. As happens a lot in Paris, I sometimes find the same gentlemen there again and again. This last trip in November, 2014, I had the luck to visit them two Sundays. I have a series I'm working on. I'd like to do an exhibit or share in another way. Anyone have an idea?
Renting a Vélib in Paris is a great idea. Most Parisians don't own a car and renting a Vélib is an economical and easy way to zip around Paris for a few euros. I will admit the thought of riding a bike on the streets of Paris terrifies me, but I'm in the faint of heart category. Don't listen to me. If you are fit and courageous, got for it. If you're not, join me on the Métro or bus!
This photograph is very special. I am almost positive that the rue that runs between the first and second set of buildings on the left is the home of my dear Paris friends Keri and Richard. I spent a lovely night in their apartment last November. Keri, I'll await your comment to verify. Regardless, Île Saint Louis is a very special place, and I loved photographing it day and night!
I am a former elementary school teacher, a full-time photographer, lover of all things French ( whose French is slowly improving), obsessive Paris traveler, enthusiastic church and community volunteer, and grandmother to 5 delightful grandchildren.
I fell in love with Paris in March 2007. It was as the French say, le coup de foudre : love at first sight. As a result of that trip, my photography took another direction. Since that time I have pursued a career of sorts in photography and dreamed of returning to the City of Light. November 2008 found me strolling the streets of Paris once again. My first visit I was so overwhelmed with the incredible beauty of the city, I photographed it as a "tourist". In 2008 I returned and I looked at the city with more of a photographer's eye. I wanted to capture the unique, the small details, and oh yes - the people! This blog was started as a photo diary of that trip, but I have been most fortunate to return to the city j'adore 13 times since. Each time I leave, I wipe a tear and start planning my list for the next trip. Paris may well be a moveable feast, but I think it's best savored in person! Someone told me that once you have been to Paris, you will leave a piece of your heart. I left mine right there, but I brought home some wonderful memories. It is my pleasure to share them with you.