Photo essay: Paris, day 3

Day three was an amazing adventure.

We started out walking around the Pompidou Center, where I photographed a street artist and got yelled at by a guy sitting on some steps drinking a bottle of wine. I think he told me to not take pictures of people. Not quite sure. He wasn’t close and he was slurring.

We had an great lunch at a restaurant well off the beaten path called Terroir Parisien. I had a monkfish and mussels dish that was to die for.

After lunch, we walked leisurely toward the Eiffel Tower, stopping in cool shops and window shopping others.

We ended up taking the train — which is so easy — the rest of the way.

After arriving, a thunderstorm charged in and ruined our chances to explore much around there. After waiting under an awning of a little kiosk for about 20 minutes, we asked the friendly sales attendant how to get back to our apartment.

We searched for a little store, and then headed for some dinner. Tomorrow we head out to the country side which is going to be another adventure all together.

Here are a few photos from day 3, lightly touched up or not at all.

 

Small photo essay from day 2, Paris

 

I took a lot of photos I love today.

But these three are standouts.

Our home away from home

This morning, Tina and I woke up before any restaurants were open for us to have a breakfast.

The French don’t do breakfast like us ‘muricans. They toast a piece bread, slap some jelly on it, brew up some coffee and go on with their day.

So Tina and I found some coffee in our home away from home and shot some interiors of the space.

Photo essay: Paris, Day 1

Here are some photos from Day 1 in Paris.

Bon appétit!

 

 

one of those days

Did you ever have one of those days where you stressfully ran around doing errands for the bulk of it. You ate dinner with 300 strangers all facing the same way.

You slept with those strangers for four hours. Then you woke up in another country, and made it till your bed time with little sleep and a lot of adrenaline?

Our first day in Paris was a dream. We’re staying in a beautiful apartment in the first neighborhood. We ate a restaurant tonight that we ate at our first night on our honeymoon, strictly by happenstance.

We walked through the grounds of the Louvre. We passed by pet shops that would melt your heart faster than butter in a microwave.

There were furniture stores with artistic European pieces that were so inspiring I almost got arrested for taking my pants off and rubbing my business on the windows.

The cool thing about Paris is how much it oozes art, diversity, and mind expansion. This place is a melting pot of ideas, visitors, history, etc.

This is one of my favorite places on earth. And the main reason is that the respect artists to the point that they are higher and more admirable than gods. Which is why so many people probably hate this place due to political leanings.

on the road again

Tina and I are sitting in the Dublin airport waiting for our delayed flight to Paris to board. It was supposed to leave at 10 a.m. local, but now we’re waiting for clearance from Charles de Gaulle — personally — to let us head out toward his airport.

Apparently there are some storms in the area that are backing stuff up.

We’re pretty tired, and I want a shower. I hate the feeling of getting off a long flight and having the stale odor in my clothes and the thin layer of grime that accumulates over the hours.

Since we’re in Dublin, a place I don’t ever plan visiting on any kind of vacation, I feel a certain obligation to have a pint of Guinness. Although I might wait till the return layover. I just can’t bring myself to drink before noon no matter what time zone I’m in.

This was last night’s airplane dinner.

Becky and Luis are meeting us in Paris tomorrow, and I left them a doggy bag of my leftovers in the seat pocket for them to enjoy just in case they are a little hungry on their flight.

You’re welcome.

A birds and bees lesson

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