View of Paris from Sacre Coeur
I finally took some time off from my life. I headed to the French capital for a week of foreign food and fun April 16. I started the week with my husband and ended it with a close friend.
When I am in Germany, I sometimes feel suffocated by all the rules and regulations. You can't just throw away your garbage. I have a container for all the packaging on the things I own, paper, food and other biodegradable items, and garbage. If my neighbors don't get me, the government will. In Paris, I missed the order. People walk down the sidewalk in random herds. There are rarely any signs for anything or to anyplace. But all is forgiven when you look around at the art around you.
The architecture, the streetscapes, the museums, the fashion, the food, the music magnificently mix in Paris.
|Platform of the Cluny-Sorbonne subway station.|
|Street near my hotel in the Butte-aux-Cailles neighborhood.|
The careful preparation of a crepe with
ham and eggs at Bastille market.
|Market day at Bastille.|
In the late 1700s until the middle of the 1800s,
French authorities stowed the bones of
6 million people underground.
Skulls and leg bones are stacked artfully
in front of piles of the remaining bones.