Breakfast was a lovely orange, juicy and sweet I bought at the market yesterday., a croissant I slipped out to buy, a piece of ham, Emmentaler and Comte. An of course a bit of yogurt.
I headed to the 6th to buy my glasses. Several years ago I bought a glass with the Eiffel Tower on the side for my bathroom, then the next time we returned I bought 5 more. I had my desires set on the stemmed ones for a while, but had just not done it with either Kathy and Dean , or with Joe and Austin. It was time! I got there, she still carried them, but alas there were only 5, I was a considering 8 and 2 more small ones.. So now some lucky person (or unlucky however you want to look at it) will get the Bee glass rather than the Eiffel Tower! I am a thinking of purchasing some trinkets and the person who gets the "bee" glass can have a goodie. A new tradition! Next stop was the Poste and buying a box to ship them home.
So, I am contemplating that racial profiling thing. I sat waiting on my train, watching a middle eastern man, about the shape and size, even bearing of my daddy when he was young. He was clearly middle eastern though, even dressed in western garb. As I watched he took a panorama shot of the Odeon station below, and I wondered at it. It made me fearful, I even contemplated calling security. I did just sit there and rested until I was fairly sure his train would have reached its destination. Then at the station where I had to change I watched a white man take a photo and thought nothing of it. So here is my delima , how do we stay safe without profiling when we know who is the problem, right now ISSIS. I wonder if I had watched a white guy take panorama shot in the same manner would I have become so fearful? I don't think so. And the thing is this guy is probably on vacation use like me and wanted a pic of the Metro, shoot I have done similar things many times. Hmmm.....
As I write I am back at the ranch enjoying a glass of ICE water and a fan, resting, or rather cooling to head back out in the heat.
Back out I went back to the 6th to Luxembourg gardens, my intent was to hit up a favorite shot, maybe cool off in church and then head to the gardens. I moseyed along and to my horror the shop is closed. Seriously? So I had to go to church and contemplate change, how I don't always like it ( especially when it is a shop or restaurant that closes) and how inevitable it it. Again it was blessedly cool in St Severin.
This is the obelisk he mentioned in the book. The last time we were in this church there were big hand written signs up indicating that this church has nothing to do with the occult. Not really what Dan Brown implied, but you could tell they had thier priests robes in a bind! NO signs now, though he has a new book coming out. I hope he leaves this church alone!
The on to Luxembourg gardens but stuff was crapped ups there too. Lots of visible police, they carry machine guns here! The place was packed, but it was blessedly cool in the shade, I sat on a double sided bench for a while knitting and watching these folks play this game.
She had on the most interesting dress, and no, Mother I do not mean "different"! It was beautiful!
The train appeared to be square, but lay beautifully. I wish you could see the photos I took on my phone, they are live and you can see the train fluttering in the wind.
She wasn't quite light as a feather, and he let her know when the photographer told him to pick her up. They were sweet together.
I hope they have a long happy marriage, whoever they are.
There was another knit shop near and a restaurant I had heard about, so I called for reservations, and headed to the kint shop. It was interesting clothing and yarn. But the years was pretty boring, all solid colors, though they had every variation of blends you can imagine.
They also seemed to have their own line of patterns. I didn't look too hard as I definitely don't think my French is up to reading a knitting pattern!The restaurant, L'Estrapade, was a mixed bag.
I use love the roof lines here, Bon Soir.