We could just transfer trains in Paris. Or….

We could stay in Paris for a few nights!

After quite a bit of countryside riding, with the food and lodging challenges taking their toll, we decided to just take a train from Limoges to…somewhere. Somewhere closer to Belgium which was on our want to go list. The easiest train from Limoges went to Paris, with just a few stops. Unfortunately we would not be getting on at the beginning of the run, the train was an Intercity coming from Toulouse. There was the usual medium stressful drama of getting the bikes and bags on the high boarding train, but two women, one taking her bike off the train, whom we helped, and another just boarding the train with no bike, both jumped in to help.

Two very nice Dutch cyclists whose names we failed to get were on our train. We had good platform chat and shared bike touring tips. They rode off to catch their connecting train in Paris.
We headed to our favorite neighborhood in the 12th, our fourth time in this area, this time at the Adagio Apartment Hotel.
Back to our favorite neighborhood bar, Bar & Beer Picpus.
And to Le 217 Brasserie Restaurant for dinner.

The joy of being somewhere familiar. Other nomads will understand how pleasant it is to walk out your door and know where the market is, where the metro is, how to pay for it, and how to get to the fabulous greenway down the block. And, as an added bonus we have our Amis des Louvre cards and they were still valid.

Pichet of vin rouge.
Somehow this was my first steak tartar of our time in France this year. Worth the wait as it was delicious.
The street life in the 12th is wonderful. So much density, wide sidewalks, and folks who take their house cats out for a walk.
A cheery shop window.
A yummy shop window.
This was the biggest and most curious missing cat poster we’ve ever seen. There were two attached to the front gate of a large apartment building.

Our Friends of the Louvre cards continue to more than pay for themselves. Once again we visited using the special members only entrance, and went to two of the special exhibits. The first was The Experience of Nature, Art in Prague at the Court of Rudolph II.

Hans Hoffman Hare.
This work of art has a fascinating back story: Artwork recovered after the Second World War Provenance: Baudson collection, interior decoration (?), Paris; possibly acquired on 21 May 1941 by Jane Weyll, art dealer; auction Paris, Drouot, Baudoin, 16 December 1942, no. 41; acquired by Karl Haberstock, Berlin dealer, in 1943 for the Führer Museum in Linz, no. 2687; work recovered at the end of World War II; Central Collecting Point in Munich, 15 July 1945; transported to Paris on 25 June 1946; retained by the 3rd Commission for the Recovery of Works of Art and handed over to the Musée du Louvre on 22 December 1949 by the French Office for Personal Property and Interests; awaiting return to its rightful owners, should provenance research underway establish proof of spoliation or forced sale.

We’ve been to so many museums that display artwork still in limbo from WW2. It’s so moving to read the stories, and to see exhibits where remaining family members have made sure the work goes to a museum where it can be seen by the public, and the story of the family told, rather than disappearing into a private collection. The business of special exhibits also fascinates me. Imagine being able to put together an exhibit from not only the Louvre’s huge collection, but to borrow works of art from other world class museums to realize your theme?

Detail of animals from a painting by Roelant Savery, a Dutch Golden Age painter.

Rich and I decided we would have loved to been at the museum staff meeting where they discussed how to get visitors to venture into lesser known and less crowded parts of the museum. Maybe it was an intern who had the fantastic idea of placing 99 works of Haute Couture in the decorative arts wing?

Louvre Couture. Art and fashion: statement pieces.
Very thoughtfully placed.
Azzedine Alaïa, a Tunisian couturier who museum I visited with our friend Nancy on our previous Paris trip.
It’s not just inside the museum that we spot works of art. These new 100% electric buses are worthy of admiration. I call these the Bubble Butt Buses. Are they coming or going? That is the rear of the bus.
The push me pull you bus. Sadly we didn’t get to ride one, but I could see the seats in the rear were arranged in a conversation seating style.
Sunset bus glamour shot! I used the clean up feature to remove a car from the photo which is why the bottom left looks odd.
Bicycling in Paris is a blast. Rush hour can be pretty crazy but if you head out after rush hour it’s fantastic. You do have to be careful of the Parisian cyclists- they ride ‘em like they stole ‘em. Prepare to be buzzed with just inches to spare, and be super cautious when stopping at red lights or for pedestrians. You might get rear ended.
Our own bikes! Without panniers. So light and fun to ride.
Notre Dame, construction side.
The front is construction scaffolding free.
What a way to sightsee.
Break for hot chocolate.
A mini Statue of Liberty, or Liberty Enlightening the World, and Le Tour Eiffel.
Riding closer.
The bikes pose for their Insta shot.
And merrily we go along home for lunch.
And back out in the afternoon for a visit to the Musée Cognacq-Jay.
During our last visit to Paris this museum was closed after a brazen robbery.
The museum has an exceptional collection of fine art and decorative items.
Cute dog enhance!
Our final day was a lot of walking. We were over our intense tiredness and ready to put some miles on our feet. Cimetière du Père-Lachaise.
What’s your one funny Paris tip? Ours is that the cemeteries all have public toilets.
Caffeine and croque monsieur stop.
That old photo bomber.
New clothing! I ventured out for some shopping. Last dinner at Le 217 Brasserie.
Goat cheese bruschetta and salad.
Shhhh…don’t tell the French we bought our breakfast bread the evening before!
Packed up and leaving the Adagio Hotel.
I can’t take many photos while cycling in Paris. Too much going on and a valid fear of crashing.
Gare de l’Est. We arrived nice and early, ready for the train dance.
But wait! What’s this? Smiling cyclist? Empty platform?
A very nice SNCF staff member saw us waiting with our bikes, confirmed which platform our train was leaving from, and let us on the platform early.
I’m sitting and reading my book, the bikes and bags are stowed, and all before any other passengers arrive.
The Happy Travelers celebrating a successful train boarding.

We needed that Paris break. To stop moving for four nights and rest. We slept a lot. We had breakfast and lunch in our studio apartment with kitchenette, and dinner out. After our month in Paris last year, four days felt short, but we knew our way around and had plenty to see, and eat. So we’re headed north now to the Ardennes and a few new countries!

Our month in Paris, Take 3: Museums

Palace of Versailles. 8:30 am on a Wednesday in November.

Museum planning can be quite a challenge in Paris. First – which museums? Choosing between the 136 options looks daunting. Even when you narrow it down to the 111 listed in the great book our friend Nancy brought with her, that’s too many for a one month visit. Second – which days are they closed? Monday is a popular closure day, so going to a museum that isn’t closed on Monday means it might be a bit more crowded than usual.

Two horses and humans walking through the forecourt of the Palace of Versailles. I think they were just locals who use the park as a cut through. The noise of hooves on cobblestones sounded like time travel.
Looking down the gardens of the Palace.
The palace opened at 9, so we used our 30 minutes to check out the view.
Getting going early had the pay off of no crowds. And cold November weather helped too.

Versailles probably wouldn’t be fun for us crowd adverse people in Spring or Summer, so this might be our one and only visit to this A List site.

The Hall of Mirrors with our fellow early arrivals.
As we walked around we kept joking “now why was there a revolution?” in response to the luxury on display.
Pensive gazing out the window while listening to the quite good app based audio guide.
Miles of parquet flooring! Shiny too!
Make sure to budget enough time to explore Petit Trianón.
Sophora Japonica, or Japanese pagoda tree, planted in 1764 for Marie-Antoinette near the Petit Trianón.
Temple de l’Amour. The folly in the English Garden of the Petit Trianon.
The Petit Trianon, a laughing American tourist, and the classical angel statue. The app based audio guide covered a lot.
The “Water Mill” in the Queen’s Hamlet.
The Hamlet had a rough time surviving but several renovations later, you have a good idea of what it was like originally.
It is a peaceful respite from the grandeur of the Palace.

While we waited to get into the Palace there was a little guy, probably about seven years old, having a meltdown about having to visit the palace. He screamed and cried and his adult spent some time talking him down. He uttered a memorable phrase which we filed away for future use: “This is the stupidest thing in the entire stupid world!”

I sure hope that little guy made it to the hamlet and got to see the farm animals.
I’m sure the pigs, goats, and bunnies would have cheered him up. Not stupid.

So how else do we decide on museums to visit? Well, when you go to a lot of museums in France, and in the world, you see connections. At a museum in – Lyon? Dijon? I honestly can’t remember – a little card said about a missing painting: currently on display at Musée de la Chasse et de la Nature in Paris. What what what? That sounds fascinating. So it was marked on a Google map and Rich remembered and off we went.

The museum is in an old
Hôtel particulier. A grand urban mansion.
Yes, that’s a stuffed fox curled up on the chair.
The rooms were themed, and simply beautiful.
Don’t let the name of the museum put you off. It’s not really a celebration of blood sports, but more humans relationship with nature and animals.
The falconry room.
Adorable little hoods for the falcons to wear. Putting feathers on a bird.

Even with only a month in Paris it was so fun to circle around topics or artists and come across them in different exhibits or even in cemeteries.

The grave of
Théodore Géricault, in
Cimetière du Père-Lachaise.
One of our early morning Louvre visits was specifically to visit The Raft of the Medusa, by
Géricault.
Alone with this massive canvas.
Which is replicated in bronze on his tomb.
A cold and grim subject. Again, the smiling American tourist.

A college friend (thank you Jen) reminded me of the chapter in Julian Barnes’ book History of the World in 10 1/2 Chapters, chapter five, Shipwreck, which relays the story of the creation of this painting and the history behind it.

The artist visited morgues to achieve the correct shade of skin tone.
Not far from The Raft in the Louvre is another famous
Géricault painting:
The Charging Chasseur, or An Officer of the Imperial Horse Guards Charging.
Which is also recreated on the artist’s tomb.
At our final Louvre Visit to see this exhibition, Figures of the Fool.
Here was another work by
Théodore Géricault,
The Woman with Gambling Mania (French: La Folle Monomane du jeu) from 1822.
I can’t be the only one who goes through museum exhibits hoping for fun reproductions in the gift shop? These marginalia of little monsters or grotesque characters would have made fantastic pieces for the museum shop.
Chimeras of Notre-Dame de Paris:
Monster Leaning on the Parapet
Paris, 1847-1862

Although we missed the re-opening of Notre Dame by a few days, we did get to see four chimeras removed during a restoration in the 1800s. Gargoyles spout water away from a building, chimeras are ornamental, adding to the overall atmosphere of the Cathedral.

Such a moody and beautiful presentation.
Chimeras of Notre-Dame de Paris:
The Pelican The Lioness
Monster Leaning on the Parapet
The Wandering Jew.

We also visited the Musée d’Orsay for the Gustave Caillebotte exhibit, amazing, and Nancy and I went to the Azzedine Alaïa museum. He was a talented and famous Tunisian couturier and shoe designer.

Laser cut velvet. Gown or work of art?
Beautiful and beautifully displayed.
We loved the window which let you see his atelier. Left exactly as it was when he died.

There were other museums we visited – my head is still spinning from what we saw – and of course, the best museum of all: the city itself. Thanks to our new friend Roy, whom Nancy met on her flight over to Paris, we even got to see a Chambre de bonne. These small top floor maids rooms on Baron Haussmann’s 19th century mansions. Ever since listening to this 99% Invisible podcast about Chambre de bonnes I’ve wanted to see one. But how? Well, have a friend who makes friends.

Hi Roy! Thank you again for showing us a side of Paris we wouldn’t have seen without you.
The servants staircase.
The corridor of doors to small, very small, apartments. Some have been joined together to make more useable spaces.
How happy am I? In a Chambre de bonne.
The view! Eiffel Tower one direction, Basilique du Sacré-Cœur the other.
Those very top windows will be the Chambre de bonnes in this building.

Everyone who travels will tell you that the most amazing experiences are not found in guide books. They happen. You walk by them, if you’re lucky and open to saying yes, you get to have unexpected and delightful times, and even better with friends.

The happy travelers in flattering Paris light.

Spending our time in Paris. Take 2.

We have a running joke while we travel where we put things in a Bay Area context for each other. Guanajuato is the Mendocino of Mexico City. Parc Vincennes is the Golden Gate Park of Paris. When we discovered that Paris is actually smaller in size than San Francisco, but with over twice the population, we felt a bit more at home. We lived in SF for decades, most of those years without a car, so Paris felt like a super lively, more busy SF.

What? In my mind Paris was much bigger than SF.

Almost every Metro trip we mapped out on CityMapper was about 30 minutes or less from our Paris apartment. The Metro does move along and wastes very little time dwelling at stations – on the older lines you can actually open the doors while the train is still moving. And people do. But to walk across the city, or to your destination, really doesn’t take long. We started taking one Metro ride, and instead of transferring to a second line, just walked the rest of the way. Or, walked the whole way. We took buses as well, which is a great way to see the city and rest your feet.

Paris is so walkable. Nancy demonstrates that even the weather can’t stop her.
Rich and Dan on the Coulée verte René-Dumont.

The retail scene is so vibrant. Restaurants and shops abound. And bakeries- so many bakeries. Pharmacies everywhere. Laundromats – check. Chocolate shops – check. As you walk you never suffer from a lack of interesting things to see.

So many 6-8 story buildings. So much housing.

Although the population of Paris has shrunk since its high of 2.9 million in 1921, it now hovers around 2.1 to 2.2 million. As with many cities smaller family size and gentrification have had an impact. But the population certainly keeps the city humming! A street near our apartment simply teemed with parents and children at school drop off time. We quickly learned to try to avoid that street at morning drop off.

Paris is doing a lot of street re-imagining, making more space for people not using cars to get around. This is a street in the Montparnasse neighborhood getting an update. Wider sidewalks and planting areas.
And in the 12th, a massive redesign of Place Félix Éboué, adding bike and pedestrian space, more trees and amenities, and removing car lanes.
These changes seem to have brought out a lot of folks on bikes.
On my Paris bingo card this lady transporting her dog and baguettes would be quite a get.
Of course we got out on bikes! Despite the chilly weather.

We used Lime bikes while in Paris. Cycling in Paris is quite good, although with so many cyclists I would recommend skipping rush hour at first, until you get the hang of Parisian cycling it can be intimidating. It helps to be a calm and confident urban cyclist since you will be passed by faster Parisian cyclists with only inches to spare. And be careful stopping at red lights since not all cyclists do and you risk a rear end collision!

After all that cycling around France we did this year – finally! The
Champs-Élysées to the Arc de Triomphe.
Now we can fully appreciate the cobblestones the Tour de France cyclists face in the Paris circuits that typically feature in the last stage of the race.
Not our own comfortable bikes, but a great way to explore Paris.
The Tunnel des Tuileries. Once full of auto traffic, now graffiti, bikes, and pedestrians. Delightful.
And along the Seine River on a road where cars used to be.
Notre Dame, just a few weeks from re-opening after the devastating fire. That’s Rich on the bike on the right.
After parking the bikes we snapped the apparently obligatory Eiffel Tower photos.
Yup. We were here. Proof.

It’s fun to see, or bike by, the big attractions, but our joy really comes from simply wandering. Having an errand – find a good coffee roaster to buy beans – and then seeing what we see. Be a Flâneur. Wander the city. Stroll. Observe. Be delighted. It’s what we did for so long in San Francisco, and it was such a luxury to have the time to do the same thing in Paris. As we kept reminding each other, stop and look up, look around.

Enjoy coffee and chocolat chaud.
Coffee shop dog. The family who ran the shop had their two kids and dog keeping them company since it was a holiday and schools were closed.
Nancy joined us in Paris and shared our cafe stops and delightful times.
I particularly love Kermit and the painted poles echoing his color scheme.
Neighborhood markets and murals, Montparnasse.
A wall of old advertising, uncovered and refreshed on Rue des Martyrs.
In the 9th. The society of mineral water building.
The bubbly water in the pipe!
The beauty of Paris.
The passages.
The people in dark wool coats strolling the passages.
Basilique du Sacré-Cœur de Montmartre glimpsed from Bd Haussmann on our way somewhere one morning. And the real life of a city going on.
Sacré-Cœur from the Musée d’Orsay.
Enjoying a chocolat viennois at the Cafe at d’Orsay.
One of the famous and stunning clocks at the old train station turned museum.

Watching Paris put on her Christmas and holiday decor was wonderful. Although we didn’t see too many lights on private balconies, the commercial corridors and chocolate shops put on a show.

Chocolate Christmas tree. Buy a forest of them!
Baby Jesus meringues. Apparently a retro treat, it’s a soft candy, not a hard crunchy one. I think it’s more like a marshmallow or melt away candy.
A forest of Christmas trees for sale in the 17th arrondissement.
The netting on the trees looks like spider webs.
Trees for sale on R. des Martyrs which is closed to car traffic on Sundays.
Nancy and I inside Galleries Lafayette admiring the massive Christmas tree.
Which put on quite a show as it changed colors.
We walked to museums.
We walked to go to specialty shops only open on Saturdays to buy artistic stamps.
We walked until the sun set (at 4 pm) to watch the lights come on.
We even walked in the snow.
All that walking meant we needed to keep up our strength.
The soufflés at Le Récamier were just the thing.
We had a one meal out per day rule. So we made those meals count.
Sometimes we didn’t need to go far. This oyster stand set up one weekend for two evenings on our neighborhood market street.
12 shucked oysters from Brittany and white wine.
Thanks to Dan we visited Buns Land for some amazing Biangbiang noodles. Mostly take away with just three stools at a tiny counter.
We also drank vin chaud when we could. Hot mulled wine. This was the best we tried, from the wine stand at the regional merchants evening market where we also had the oysters.
Rosy cheeked vin chaud drinkers.
Had to try it at La Défense Christmas market too! Complete with souvenir cup.
Nice and hot, but a bit sweet. But we kept our souvenir cups to savor sweet memories.
More vin chaud please! At a small Christmas market at Pl. des Abbesses.
A nice version, not too sweet. The quality of the wine was not as good as at the regional merchants evening.

Late November and early December seemed to be a great time to visit Paris. Holiday cheer was getting going, but Christmas crowds hadn’t fully arrived yet. The weather was mostly grey but the sunny days we got felt even more special. The one day of snow was scenic but melted quickly. And having friends visit, first Dan and then Nancy, was just wonderful. And we got more photos of the two us than we usually take. As Nancy joked, it’s proof Rich does have a right arm – that’s his selfie taking arm usually not seen in our photos together. A big thank you to Nancy for the great photos.

Look at that! We have legs and Rich has both arms!
We sit together!
We stand together at our local bar!
We got to pose in front of a Christmas tree.
And we got to spend time with one of our favorite people in all the world! Nancy.
The flâneurs of Paris.
Apartment lobby mirror group photo of the happy travelers.