We went to Paris for a few days last week.  It was gloriously sunny, although, admittedly I should have worn better shoes.  My feet were killing me by the end of the visit.

So here are some random photos.

In the Louvre - statue of a young boy / faun


Also in the Louvre - isn't she wonderful?


Close Up - Detail on some armour

Visit to the graveyard
Deconstructed cello on the artist's grave
The Louvre by night
Paris by night
My wheel lock pistols. Aren't they lovely?

We walked loads and saw loads.  We took around eight / nine hundred photos.  What did we do before digital? I know, spend a lot of money to have the films developed.

Paris is an incredible city.  So full of pomp and self-importance.  I love the wide boulevards and how it actually feels like you are in a a European capital.  This time around we walked practically everywhere so we have a far better idea of the layout of the city.  I also felt a lot more confident this time around.  We realised that we had managed to see most of what there was to see at the Louvre the last time we were there, so this time round we hit our favourite bits, which were oddly, not the touristy sections.

We also went to the Musee de l’Armee which is truly incredible, even if you aren’t someone who is interested in warfare.  The armour and weapons on display is just incredible.  The things they came up with just blew my mind.  But then, we also spent a lot of time looking at the armour and examining the patterns the armourer designed pre-making these pieces.  It was a great opportunity to just take it in and think about the hours and hours it took to create a single piece.  Phenomenal amounts of detail and skill – a truly lost art.  I don’t think that in this day and age we have artisans who can create such things, by hand.

Our first day there, we met up with Matt who guided us around Pere-Lachaise cemetery.  I have never been anywhere as beautiful and uniquely quieting to the soul in my life.  We saw several people’s graves, including Jim Morrison’s which was truly a let-down.  Dirty and smelly, it had people posing around it drinking beer and smoking.  I can see why they can’t wait to get rid of him from the cemetery as it costs more to clean up his grave and the surrounding area than it’s worth.  We also saw Edith Piaf’s grave, as well as Oscar Wilde’s.  I loved the quiet notes left on Balzac’s grave and the small origami horse.  Looking at the notes people have left behind, you can’t help but well up a little.  It is incredible to think that someone from so long ago still can have impact on us in this modern day and age.

As I said, we took reams of photos and I’ll show more of them in the next few days.

But now, to bed, as tomorrow is work-day.  Boo!

Yes, those are tortoises.

Honore Balzac