Ibis Paris Gare De Lyon Reuilly
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Met up with Gene's ex-sister-in-law for lunch. We walked for a while and found a nice jazz brunch at a restaurant called Le Viaduc Cafe. The restaurant actually sets under the Coulée Verte Rene-Dumont which is an elevated linear park built atop an obsolete railway infrastructure. The walkway is lined with beautiful gardens. The lunch,entertainment and company was quite nice.
... so real they evoked an emotive response.
We took a break from art and had morning tea before beginning on the paintings. The Musee's policy on photographs has changed since I was there two years ago from no photos to photos without a flash. Although I took advantage of the change of policy in some ways I think the old policy was better. You could be contemplating a painting or lining up a photo shot and people would just get in front of you take a photo ...
... to see the gorgeous stained glass windows, then on to Notre Dame, then the Memorial to the Deportation of the Jews during World War II. There were LONG lines at the first two, but as beautiful as remembered! In the tiny window detail, Tomi thought the character reminded her of Maurice Sendak's book "Where The Wild Things Are".
... looking like a complete idiot, and whilst I don't think I blended in as a local, no one seemed to be laughing at me - so that's genuine progress from my last trip here. We're literally around the corner from the hotel we stayed at last time - so we walked past, and found it under construction - they've even moved on the homeless guy that used to live out the front. Kylie stopped at the Body Shop. They have a flavour / smell / whatever that you can't get ...
... seeing everything (oh me and my difficulty with opportunity costs, lol).yes"> Also, it felt like the entire world was in the museum, and I’m not a huge fan of crowded places, especially museums.
Side note: I think it must be true that when you are alone you really do notice how many other people are not alone. Or maybe it’s just because it’s Paris, the city of lovers. Everywhere I
look it seems ...