Grand Hotel du Havre
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... ARE PICTURES SO I WILL PUT THEM UP NOW. ENJOY SUNDAY EVENING 29Th March I AM IN PARIS........ PEOPLE IN A HURRY , FOOD EXPENSIVE, HOTELS EXPENSIVE STILL ITS VERY COOL PLACE. I TOOK A FEW PICTURES, WATCHED AND PRAYED FOR THE people ON DRUGS AND DRUNK. HERE. WELL I AM GOING BACK TO MY HOTEL. HERE ARE A FEW ...
... 8217;Orsay we got to enjoy the many beautiful sights on both sides of the river. One of the most impressive bridges you will ever see is the Pont Alexandre III with the Grand Palais in the background and it serves as a connector to the Champs-Elysees.
Our objective was the Musee d’Orsay. Feet getting real tired, we got to the museum, beat the lines for tickets with our ...
... buildings that are contiguous with one another yet the features adorning the windows, doors, and roof lines make them appear beautiful and perfectly laid out. Inside, this is repeated with each floor divided into halls with towering ceilings that are the source of natural light through continuous rows of skylights and one after another the paintings and sculptures hang from the walls or stand upon grand pedestals. Many of ...
In the second week of May, Grandpa Jim, Uncle Kevin & Aunty Allison visited us and stayed for a week. We had a wonderful time having them in town. Granpda Jim stayed for a few days extra after Allison and Kevin left. Before coming to Paris they visited Scotland and London.
The Friday evening they were arriving Carissa was in a tizzy getting ready for her peeps. I've never seen her that excited before. We had prepared a "French" meal ...
The last time I visited Paris was in 1991, between my sophomore and junior years of college. I was there for about a week, and I remember feeling singularly unsophisticated and unqualified to be in Paris. The people gave me funny looks when I tried to speak to them in French, then pretend not to understand, and keep moving. It was a lovely city, but I would not say I was made to feel welcome.
What a difference twenty-five years makes. The Paris we ...