Laurie, asked me for an unusual door handle. Do you see the two nymphs Wendy?
Joanna, here is a French breakfast for you. Kristen, here’s your order of a cafe au lait. I’m toasting Teresa P. with my "Orange Presse."
Marie-Antoinette, will bring the cake to your birthday party, Jenny.
Martina, I think French poodles live indoors. Is that why I never saw one on the streets Connie? Though I did spot a stuffed black poodle at the flea market! Here is a vintage toy whistle for Beachy. French "LA MODE" patterns for Endment who collects dolls. Janepoe a tender moment of caring I extend. (Amy and Acey I took these photos at a flea market in Paris: click on images to enlarge.)
Standing in line at la Boulangerie. Looking at the shoes (wanting to hold the baby!) Listening to the music nearby, (Do you think Mr. Red shoes ever has the blues?) Admiring the store fronts, thinking how delicious the baguette was going to taste….and hoping there would be a baguette left after the waitress came and bought an armful worth! (postcards for: Amber, Ally Bean, Lea, Jeanette, Vanessa, and Darla.)
Britt-Arnhild, I didn’t see the "pigeon man," this time. Perhaps this pigeon is going to find him?
Allison, in your travels have you been to Paris?
Di, aren’t those stone urns amazing?
A French garden tour for Cindy.
Blue and Michelle, fairy tales and double wreaths, for two sweet women.
Annabelle, I imagine you sitting amongst the roses of Paris writing poetry.
Kimberly and Deb R. the restaurant’s tabletops are set with silver, and large cloth napkins. Isn’t this one very pretty?
Nel, when you come to Paris where do you want to have lunch?
Tell me Clarice, do you want to share a Strawberry tart?
Susanna, there are many famous art galleries in St. Germain des Pres. Nevertheless, this is a vintage gift that an antique dealer gave me.
Pere Lachaise is a cemetery in Paris. It was created to be a city of the dead. Edith Piaf, Colette, Moliere, Fontaine, Jim Morrison, Chopin, to name a few are buried here. Ilva asked to see the grave site of Parmentier, who brought the potato to France. Potato plants grow around his tomb. Sheila, the cobbled streets of Pere Lachaise are vast, twisty, and even with a map one can easily get lost. You need an eternity to see it all. Note: A real potato sits on his tomb.
Jus and my brother Mathew, asked to see the metro . Thanks for being part of the tour!
Photos: Of my walks around Paris. Click on any photo to enlarge.
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