Robin's favourite florist shop was exquisite and especially beautiful today
set up for Christmas, and with sun filtering through the windows...
This shop smelled to me like the joy of holding my newborn babies.
Perhaps I shall have to buy flowers each year on their birthdays...
Happily for me that's quite a lot of occasions for flower buying...
I have just realised that what my life is missing is a florist to call my own!
Ok so...society painter, Nélie Jacquemart paints French banker, politician, soldier and art collector Édouard François André and 10 years later she's married to him and travelling in Italy and other parts of the world to collect the most exquisite (and no doubt expensive) art works for their mansion in Paris. Learn to paint girls and choose your subjects well!
This photo is just the ceiling in one of the rooms in the Musée Jacquemart-André located in what was the private home of this high society couple (get the picture - opulent!). Walking through this home and imagining the life that was lived under these high ceiling was a highlight in itself. I was astounded to find out that one of the rooms contained collapsible walls operated by hydraulics... lowered when necessary to create an elegant ballroom to accommodate 1000 guests.
Not a bad place for a croissant break!
Elijah and Hamish met the same boys at the same park
exactly one week later for a rematch!
Apart from the usual sightseeing some incidental moments of interests have been:
- Helping a French grandma choose board/card games for her grandchildren
- Meeting a charming young priest in training from Melbourne on the metro (who missed his stop to chat with us)
- Being given a JW tract on that same metro trip by a very friendly Japanese woman who spoke broken English and very little French
- Speaking French to the parents of a young boy playing soccer with Elijah in Parc Monceau only to find out that they were English
- Having to explain to several inquirers that I wasn't able to help them with directions
- Explaining to a lovely young shop assistant in my limited French that I didn't mean to walk out of the shop with a scarf around my arm and that I fully intended to pay for it... hence my return
- Actually understanding for the first time today the complete directions given to me, and so reaching my destination (a yummy boulangerie) without having to ask a series of other people for directions along the way... that's progress!
- Being able to make my simple requests understood most of the time (and no-one need know when I have understood precious little of the response)
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