What can I say?
It was Paris.
We walked for miles and miles….
As one should in Paris.
We meandered through the Rodin Gardens.
We admired both the sculptures….
And the roses.
We sat in awe, absorbing Monet's 'Waterlilies'.
When we got tired we rested atop the Ferris Wheel in the gardens by the Louvre.
The we went to Paris Plage….
A few years ago, the Mayor of Paris decided that the poor Parisians forced to stay in the city during August should not be punished unduly.
If they couldn't go to the beach he would bring the beach to them.
Each July and August the street on the right bank of the Seine is closed off and sand is brought in: Paris Plage.
There are tents, games for the kids, concession stands, beach umbrellas, lounge chairs…..
We went to the beach…. In Paris.
And, of course, we managed to find some tolerable food….
This was my 'after dinner coffee'.
The 'cup' was made of dark chocolate and filled with ice cream.
It wouldn't have been good for mon mari.… or, so I told him….
The weather was near perfect 25C (77F) and partly cloudy.
Since I've been back I've been reorganizing 2 computers: my old one for mon mari, and the new one (with Vista) for me.
No one has died as the result of my efforts….. But there have been some moments.
Oh, and I broke a tooth in Paris so was off to the dentist today.
I believe I am now ready to rejoin the blogosphere.
Except when I logged on I discovered they had totally redesigned Typepad in my absence…. More to learn.