So I'm finally getting around to the final Paris post, if you aren't all sick of me and Paris. Yes, it is possible to get sick of Paris. Last time we were there, by Day 10 I was done in. But this time, I could not get enough!
There was a beautiful flower shop near our apartment. They had a different small "feature" arrangement every day (for less than $20) and I went in almost every day to see what stunning creations they had wrought (all exquisite):
An artsy shot of detail on the Pont Notre Dame, with the Conciergerie (the prison where Marie Antoinette was locked up before she was guillotined!) in the background:
The bridge has such beautiful decoration:
We always take time to walk along the banks of the Seine. It is so quiet and removed from the busy streets of Paris (and has wonderful views):
Notre Dame from the Seine
Notre Dame is a stunning Gothic cathedral. It still shocks me that the Nazis left it standing when they got chased out of Paris...
We didn't go inside Notre Dame, as I have visited before and didn't feel like standing in line for 2 hours. But we did go inside many other churches, including St-Paul St-Louis, which was a block from our apartment. I love this church!
I always light a candle, even if I am not Catholic. Someone can always use a prayer (me included):
I didn't completely forget about decorating, although I did get absorbed in my photography.
Here is a pretty antique barometer at the St-Ouen flea market. I did not ask the price (which in hindsight I should have!):
I liked this little shop (Du Bout du Monde), which had a table setting idea that I really love...a pair of lamps. I just wish the cords didn't show. Do you think I need to drill holes in my dining room table to get this look?
I liked the colour of the stormy sky and slate roof here (slate blue is my favorite colour). The round window in this mansard roof is where Restoration Hardware stole the idea for their mirror of the same name...
We saw some darling, chic little clothes for kids. French kids are much more chic than North American kids (they wear wool coats!) and start life very fashionably...
I wish I were this cool when I was 3.
And last but not least, here was our kitty friend, saying goodbye on our final day:
Miao! Don't go...
Farewell Paris. Parting is such sweet sorrow!