My other, and far better, half took me on my first visit to Paris for a birthday weekend. My conspiring daughter arriving on Eurostar from London an hour after we cruised in on Thalys from Brussels was perfection!
- Cold and so beautifully bright. Mid January.
- walks by the Seine (see below) jazz bands playing in the frost ,
- Musee d'Orsay - not room here to write of the treasures there - maybe another day? I was almost over whelmed.
- Some lovely bistro food. Appalling tarte tatin!
the view from our room, a good, friendly hotel
in the frosty sunshine by the Seine
Notre Dame from the same gardens
We had much merriment watching agile, flexible, solitary Japanese tourists with their iPhones at arms length, trying to get both Notre Dame and their faces in the photo at once.