Ducks in Paris

I was missing one of my ducks in a row for my visa appointment Tuesday. Also I used paperclips to hold together my 3 passport photos (a big no-no) thereby creating a ding that would make them useless. Another re-do.

But when you weigh things up Paris is worth all the fuss and bother isn't it?

In New York I never saw a pair of ducks while enroute to the pool at 7:45 am.

I never crossed bridges daily many times over and such beautiful bridges at that.

There are 36 public pools in Paris and I've dipped into at least 12 of them.

In New York I couldn't read about the best lemon tart at 5:30 in the morning..

Then rush over post-pool to taste MOF Arnaud Larher's winning tartelette at 93, rue de Seine 75007

For breakfast! Miam/YUM!!

At Larher they didn't know why there'd been such a run on their lemon tarts recently till I showed them the story. Aren't these fun and witty? Easter Sunday (chocolate) eggs with faux toast points or is it soldiers..?

I've been passing this hairdresser on the way to the pool most days meaning to get a much-needed haircut.
 

Admiring this Frenchie cut. Post-depressing visa appointment I waltzed  in and Monsieur Claude
 

Did his best to make me look like the 20-something in the window/vitrine. Please note I've slept on it here.
 

Only in Paris can you grab a shot of a red ballerina shoe at a stop light. And later notice she's got stars tattooed on her foot.
 

Yesterday Jeff (who draws everyday when he's in Paris) came by to draw the view out my window. He said I should be drawing it too.

This morning I gave it a whirl, the first of many future efforts I hope.

Why not go the 'full monty' and do a watercolor?

I've yet to draw/paint the Eiffel Tower.

Maybe a future sketch letter to-be?

The Monthly Sketch letters make it possible for me to stay in Paris (along with the visa office...ahem :)