It is hard to say goodbye

A few last Parisienne moments before I say goodbye.

The progression of an excellent lunch, sitting under my beloved heat lamp outside, in Le Marais.

Then I passed this special shop.com
Don't try to go to the Picasso Museum, it may not be opened til 2012?

Bois de Bologne Dimanche, perfect for tree hugging

Another satisfying lunch, that circular yellow thing is an inch thick slab of CHEESE!!

And to say goodbye along the quai of the river Seine, Rive Gauche and loving it!!!!

Beignets!!!!!!!

Around here, Noel is making people crazy and making me want one thing and one thing only...street food!!!!!!

Why, thank you Santa

Like, I said lunette stores everywhere, I wont stop snappin' em



Morning commute, notice which side I am on...thank the Lord.

Cool

How could I have missed Cimitiere de Passy, which is on the other side of the building where I live. It is so special there, especially if you can find the graves of Debussy and Manet and a few others that are pretty exciting to come across. But of course, it is a cemetery, and when I saw "weird guy", I got freaked and had to leave. I will try again this week.

Don't ask me why I take photos of this stuff, it just has to happen.




I have these headphones, and I bought them at minx!!!
Le Marais is by far one of the best parts of the city, cuz my falaffel heaven is there along with sweet narrow streets.


Ok, now I will begin to show you one of the wonders of Paris: a place to purchase lunettes (glasses) on absolutely ever corner. Nobody else finds this hilarious. Oh more photos to come, these were just on my walk home from the Metro.

quelque

Sometimes this is what the sky looks like when you are eating your breakfast.
And sometimes this is the monkey your friend Suzie notices.



And sometimes you take a dumb video of your french class because you are too shy to take a photo of your teacher...but this was a really fun game, which I should probably teach to my brother so his Vietnamese students can play it in English. FYI my teacher is the one who can speak french with the impossibly awesome hair.

There are a lot of things you should not do in Paris

First thing you should not do: go to the worst restaurant in Paris and maybe the worst for a good 50 mile radius from the zero point at Notre Dame.

Next, you should never forget to take a photo of the most amazingly bad plate of food at said worst restaurant. There are few things I regret and one of them is that I did not take a picture. The plate of food looked like each bit was trying to get away from the other bits, like the different foods didn't want to be seen together...all on a bed of completely bland lentils.

There is no way to describe it without the help of a photo and so I will stop and let these other photos tell of much happier times.

Well played, seriously out-of-tune piano



The Louvre can present all kinds of artistic possibility. Well curated outfits, I dare say. Yikes, seems she knew I was taking a photo of them

A toute à l’heure!

D'aprés moi...

Welp, I am in Paris and of course am surrounded by the tres chic and the tres cher and the fromage and the coocoo, so I have decided to put up some photos that stylishly chronicle some of the things that have made me swoon.


That chinchilla reminds me of Michael Libramento..and yes, it fits nicely before the photos I took at the Ile de la cité.


ça va? OK, now we have traveled to someplace that is not as fancy as Notre Dame.







The tour eiffel puts on crazy psychedelic rock show every night, but I just want to show how this photo out the window from the couch is normal...right, that is normal?

Bonne nuit!