Wednesday, 1 April 2015

Apricot Jam and Other Stories

My daughter and I have been getting up lazily late in our Parisian hideaway, and tucking in to pastries and croissants with apricot jam out of tiny jars every morning. Coffee for the old 'un, hot chocolate for the young 'un.

Yesterday we finally made it to the Musee d'Orsay, queued for an hour to get in and had lunch on the 5th floor behind the clock. It was magnifique to see all the paintings by the likes of Monet, Manet, Cezanne, Gaugin, Van Gogh and others who, in their time, revolutionised the way painters worked ... their stories are rich and fascinating and I wish I knew more. I studied History of Art to A Level but I have forgotten most of it now.

Anyway since then we have been on a boat trip along the Seine (pleasant, but at times a struggle to see past the hoards of frenzied iPhone waving tourists photographing everything and seeing nothing ...), done some shopping (Gucci bag madam? No, I didn't think so) and eaten traditional food like French Onion Soup and Croque Madame in bustling bistros, where the waiters are friendly and the service is brisk.

Today we explored the passages and back streets of the 2nd arrondissement, there is so much there we hardly scratched the surface, but what we saw we loved.


  1. Paris in the spring. So lovely!

  2. Catching up here on the posts about your trip. Sounds wonderful!