L'Hotel de l'Ile du Saussay
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... English Language channels so I'm just keeping it on in the background for company otherwise it is so quiet it hurts your ears! Stephen did a search of the apartment and found a book in English on Eisenhower. It is a nice thick one so that should keep him occupied until we leave. Tomorrow, we plan to walk down to the Seine river - we think it is about 15 minutes away and we are going to Notre Dame which is very close by. After, that, who knows? We are just gong to ...
... and Company (which was so crowded and had such narrow and winding aisles that I got claustrophobic and had to leave!), and walked back to the Louvre. There we shopped briefly--scads more people than on Friday morning!--and then got back on the Metro and headed "home." Walking up Rue Cler with something cold on our minds, we ran into a fellow Rick-nik and were invited to join several for dinner later. We accepted, and went to put ...
... had a leisurely al fresco lunch. I had the sweetest-tasting melon of my life. (Books have been written on why all food tastes so much better in France.) Now proud owners of their own petanque balls, the Spachmanns and Parkers entered the Arene de Lutece, which dates back to Roman times, to tackle the game. The intricacies of scoring is daunting for some... We had the nicest dinner at ...
... room. There were two doors with codes to enter the building and then door lock had A five barrelled lock. We feel very safe. The we had breakfast down the street (crepe and goats cheese sandwich French style) and I practised my French again - I will be a natural by the end of two weeks for sure but just don't check the le and la! OK! After a short nap we did a walking tour of Montmartre. Since it was raining only ...
... I walked straight into the place, which was lovely and warm compared to outside. I went up the escalators in the tubes on the outside of the building to the top floor and took a photo of the expensive museum cafe with its aluminium cocoons and pink chairs. Then I made my way down to the floor where the art exhibits started. There was nothing there that was dark, dismal, and grotesque. There were a lot of installations that were not art, not even the artists mother would ...