The bucket is a great idea!

Here’s your opportunity to help in a really meaningful way. Bonus: there’s also a Game of Thrones incentive to consider! You can even make your appointment online!

Katherine Morrison who makes really weird small books of all shapes and sizes from feather and fish to ghouls and origami.

All this month at the Gloucester Sawyer Free Library, a big glass case as you walk in.

Darth Vader: “You have a sister!”
Me: “Well shoot Darth I got a few of those and brothers too. We’re all crazy so back off baritone breath.”

Amazing light in the late afternoon as meteorological spring has sprung.

Even though we’ve been walking an extraordinary dinary amount every day I wouldn’t do it any other way. It’s the best way to experience each neighborhood.

The vestibule leading to our apartment on Rue de Lille-

Yesterday was calling for rain at noon for an hour then clearing. So we took the umbrella but didn’t use it on our walk from our apartment on Rue de Lille, next to Musee D’Orsay, down Rue de l’Université through the Esplanade Des Invalides and further to the Eiffel Tower. (Please forgive all the spelling mistakes the last few days. It takes a while and I’m trying to bang out the daily journal before Kate wakes up).

It was a little chilly after we stopped walking and were waiting on cue to get tickets for the car ride to the summit of the Eiffel Tower. Originally we were going to eat on the second floor of the tower but it was sold out for 12:30 and we didn’t want to stand around in the cold til 1:30 for the picnic at the restaurant “58”. As it turns out because we didn’t advance purchase tickets and we waited past the 1:30 in cue for the summit tickets so we could have done the picnic on the second level and it would have been less time waiting. At all the other attractions on this trip we purchased online tickets while we were en route with no problem but the picnic option was a bit confusing if it also guaranteed a seating so that was the deciding factor for us to pass.

The line was long but I’m glad we waited. The views were spectacular and the cart that brings you up was an experience in itself.

We were pretty hungry as it was about 2 PM when we finished up at the Tower and we hadn’t eaten so we started to make our way back to the neighborhood just south of Pont Neuf in Saint Germain Des Pres. That was one of our favorite neighborhoods -Rue de Buci on the left along with Rue Montorgruel on the right bank.

Along the way one of the many artists that particularly caught my eye was the gallery of Claude Boullé. His work reminded me of our friend Regina Piantedosi’s caustic work.

Late lunch was at Cafe De Paris, Kate got a salad and I got the fourth Entrecôte of the trip. Kate’s found a love for an Aperol spritz. I got to try a new bourbon that I read was a good one, “Monkey Shoulder” and it was great. I’ll be looking for it back home. People doing the no carb diets that are all the rage in the States should not come to Paris. The bread is just too good to resist and the incredible bakeries are on every street.

Cafe De Paris scene-

After lunch we walked across Ponte Neuf to the right bank so Kate could do some more shopping. She got another sorta retro jacket and we walked in and out of a bunch of shops along Rue Rivoli. I tried on a Stetson flat cap at one of the shops and passed on buying it because it was a little pricey and I’m regretting it. I could of course get something similar in the States but I liked the feel and color and material of this hat and it reminded me of the brown wide corduroy flat cap which was the only thing I took of my a Grandfather with the wharf (Captain Joe) when he died. I still have that cap and it still smells like him. I miss him and early this morning I woke up and was thinking about how great a man he and my grandmother Felicia were. How their house was so loving and welcoming even though he was such a larger than life guy. I shoulda got that Stetson flat cap and maybe somebody would have kept it after I die sometime down the road.

Anyway, after shopping we were close to 8 miles on our feet and we headed back to the apartment to freshen up before our last dinner in Paris.

Dinner was at Le Flores and looking across after dinner and laughing with my beautiful Kate I couldn’t believe how lucky I am to share this trip with her.

Day seven 9.1 miles walked.

Time to pack.

Shaping St. Joseph’s bread

Devotees create intricate dough sculptures for altar

After the storms, there was plenty of beauty to go around. If you were careful taking your steps! Imagine how different it will look in just a few weeks.

Versailles.

The Metro really is awesome, especially using the Citymapper app.  It takes the fear of getting lost right out of the equation.  The Citymapper app asks you where you want to go, determines your location and gives you roughly ten different options-walking, bus, train, Uber, and others.  It shows you on the cellphone map as you go along the route with the direction you’re headed. I highly highly recommend it, even if you’re just using it walking around Boston.  It will always be downloaded on my phone.  Available for iPhone and Android.

We took the double decker train from Musee D’Orsey straight into Versailles.  Easy-peasy.  Especially considering the the station is a couple hundred yards from our apartment.  From there it’s a short walk to the opulent Versailles. Stopped off on a side street for a quick gyro from one of the many restaurants and then got to the gates of Versailles.  The line looked outrageous, as if we’d never get in but it went pretty quickly and we chatted with some American and Canadian students that were studying in Berlin and they had a couple of months to travel Europe.  God bless them for taking this time of their life to do what they probably wouldn’t have a chance to do until they’re really old.  Grabbing life by the horns, love it.  I’ve now been to Spain, Italy and France in Europe and can’t wait to see more of the world.

The palace is so over the top it makes you wonder where the wealth came from.  Floor to ceiling marble, gilded woodwork everywhere, statues, enormous gardens, it must have been wild living in those days if you were royalty.

When reading travel guides and listening to Paris travel videos on YouTube before we came every single guide said to watch out for pickpockets.  I’m talking probably 30 different things read or viewed and they all mentioned pickpockets.  When that many people mention it, you gotta figure it’s a thing to be aware of.

This was day five and occasionally you’d see a sketchy person but NO DIFFERENT THAN ANY OTHER BIG CITY including Boston.  In Paris most people walking around are people of means and dressed very nicely.  Up to this point we hadn’t had any experience with the pickpockets.

So we settle in on the train back to Paris.  Kate keeps her handbag zippered and in front of her and I keep my wallet in my front pocket.  By the way there’s no need to carry large sums of money abroad.  I’ve used my debit card everywhere.

Anyway, we’re settled on the train for the ride back to Paris and the car where in starts to fell in.  We start to chat with an Iranian guy who I wouldn’t have known he was Iranian if he didn’t tell us, I’d have thought he was French.  A group of teenage girls probably 18 years old starts to pass through our car.  They looked like any other teenage girls would look.  Not dressed any differently than my own daughters.  The Iranian guy who was very nice to talk to suddenly erupted and started yelling at the young girls to get out the car.  He started yelling”Gypsies! Get out of here! Pickpockets!  Pickpockets!” It was startling to us and the other passengers.  The band of regularly dressed clean looking teenage girls turned the other way and left our car.  At the next stop he told us to look out the window of the train, that we would see them.   The train starts pulling away from the stop and the pickpocket girls we’re running along side the train smiling and giving the Iranian guy the finger.  The entire train car gave the guy that just startled them a big round of applause.

he told us,if you’re not aware and don’t take simple precautions like keeping your bag zippered and in front of you and not open your wallet in front of them to give them a Euro or two you can be safe with precaution.  But if you’re dumb they are professionals that have never gone to school and all they know is this life.  I understand that this story will turn people away because it’s a scary thing to think about, but in my opinion  this is a non factor if you just use common sense.  Cities like Paris or Rome are so beautiful and full of beautiful friendly people.  We’ve had such great conversations everywhere we’ve been and all we’ve talked about is wanting to go to more places.

I can see someone reading about the pickpockets and saying to themselves “I’m never going there.” But you’d be missing out on so much and all it takes is a little precaution.

It’s the same way about traveling to Mexico.  I feel safer in Playa del Carmen than I do on the streets of Boston but there a shooting in Mexico and the press makes it seem like there’s people on the street ready to kill you.  I bet there’s more murders in the a City of Boston and it’s not going to deter me from traveling there.

So he headed back to Paris, specifically Rue de Montorgruiel, the pedestrian street with all the markets and cafes.  We stopped at Bianco Pizzeria and got the most incredible antipasto plate ever with roasted vegetables, cheeses and bread.

After stuffing ourselves  with the antipasto and doing some shopping we took the Metro home to freshen up and later headed to the Champs-Elysees for dinner and a bottle of wine.

One more full day.

7.8 miles walked on day 5