Happy Father’s Day to all in America on this cool Sunday morning in Paris. It stormed through the night with thunder and lightening and much needed rain. It actually roused me from sleep about 2:30.
Yesterday was a hit and miss day. We took the Shorys to the Marché des Puces (Fleas) at Porte de Clignancourt in the first part of the day, had lunch there at a surprisingly good spot but realized that this was just not their thing. It’s so iconic, but one does need a deep desire to meander and browse or look for a specific “something.” Michele and Izzy each brought an inexpensive ring as a memento but that was the extent of our shopping. Perhaps the most interesting part of the morning was the toilette!
The afternoon was to everyone’s delight, a trip to the largest cemetery in Paris, Père Lachaise. It you’re a photographer at all (and I’m not), it’s a dream place. The ambiance was perfect…slightly cloudy, breezy, crows cawing, and then toward the end of our visit, a massive rain storm with thunder and lightening which had us hidden in one of the above ground family vaults. Edgar Allen Poe would have loved it!! We were soaking wet but survived enough to finish off the day with a respite in our apartment, some wine, and a very enjoyable evening on rue St. Paul, eating pizza and then Lebanese ice cream.
All’s well that ends well, mais oui! Surely you’ve noticed that everything in Paris is about food!!
L & B