I’m on the fast train to the South of France. Our six days in Paris are already done, gone as quickly as the landscape flicking past the train window at 300kph. It’s been six days of food, parks, churches and museums. Six days that I thought would be more than enough, but never could be.
There is so much more to explore and that’s the way I like it. That “if only” wish for just one more day, one more week …
These are just a few of my favourite shots from our time wandering through the city.
Cyclists were everywhere in the inner city and seem to be treated with respect by other road-users.
We got to the Louvre early enough to beat the crowds, but not by much. If you look carefully, you might just spot John in this shot.
I had a severe case of museum feet after five plus hours wandering through the galleries. All that time and we did no more than skim the surface. It warrants another visit, or three. Interestingly, once we left the Denon gallery (where everyone goes to visit the Mona Lisa) the crowds dissipated and we got to view the Rembrandts and the Van Dykes in relative peace. Sadly the Vermeers are in Washington DC, right now.
We arrived at the boating lake in Jardin Du Luxembourg in time to witness New Zealand and Australia battling it out on the water again. It may not look like it here but the kiwis won —of course.
On Avenue Kleber we rested our feet over a glass of Sancerre for me and a beer for John. And then the rain came down. Somehow, it seemed more beautiful, more refreshing just because it was Paris.
The TGV is hurtling through the countryside. The trees have begun to turn, the crops are in, the temperature has dropped from the low thirties of a week ago, to the low-twenties. A reminder that everything changes, as it must. But, as one love-lorn couple engraved on their lock, we’ll always have Paris.