Yesterday I rushed out the door to go mail your PARIS MAPS uptown. And buy more stamps. And afterwards run see the Turner exhibit at MUSEE JACQUEMART ANDRE. Yesterday I got on the metro and forgot 30 stations are closed (I don't know why) but the stop I needed for la Poste flew by. And the next one. Quick as a flash I thought I'll go see Turner & then to La Poste bla bla.
At the museum gate the woman guard shook her finger, “Désolée une reservation sont obligatoire". "Ahh...pa'd problem. Entre!"
At the gate I showed my press card & waltzed it.
The Jacquemart is like New York's Frick. In a glorious time capsules. You forget everything and wonder where you left your parasol ☂️ and fan.
With limited attendance, viewing was better than at the press preview.
These TURNER mugs called my name. More to come on the Turner show Je te promise.
Yesterday I spotted perfect summer espadrilles while waiting for the light to change. Don't ask me the brand or where to buy them.
French girl in baskets
By the time I reached metro Saint Augustine at 6:00 I was pooped. It was 'crush hour'.
Something I never do. Petit dejeuner, sure, but in the evening no way. It turned out delightful.
Doodling and people-watching with my Perrier.
*Always ask for extra glaçons/ice 🧊 cubes to stretch out your drink.
With crowds still rushing into the metro I ordered a hamburger 🍔 of yellow cheese called Cheddar + avocado. No burger in sight. No knife and fork 🍴 either? The bun was brioche and delish. By the time I finished the trains were half-empty.
I got out at Pont Marie. A barrage of Police trucks raced by sirens blasting but relaxing Parisians by the Seine took no notice. Me too. So glad I moved to Paris. Is there a place you'd like me to visit? Let me know dear PBers. I'll do my best. Especially if there is a POST OFFICE nearby💌 ❤️🐻
