inSPIREd Sunday

This is St.-Gervais-et-St.-Protais, in Paris. 
This church—the first constructed in
French Baroque style—was begun in the 
15th century.  It's famous for its organ, which
was played by several members of the 
talented Couperin family.

[To see more churches from around the world, go here.]

Thursday Challenge—"blue"

Paris—somewhere in the Marais: a very
blue door (the color un-fooled-around-with,
I swear!).  Who knows?  Maybe I'll pass
by this very doorway today.

[To see more of the Thursday Photo Challenge, visit Dale's meme.]

Just like new

Last month I showed you a detail of the
back door of this Paris church,
Saint-Paul–Saint-Louis, in the Marais.
And here's the front door.  

When I saw this church three years ago,
it was black with the dirt and pollution of
centuries. See what a good cleaning
and a bright red door can do?

[I'm linking back to Ruby Tuesday
and Our World Tuesday.]

ABC Wednesday—K is for "knock, knock"

Who's there?
Paris.
Paris who?
Paris the thought . . . 

 . . . that if someone decides to
fix up this beautiful old door in
the Marais they would ever paint over
that gorgeous filigree.  (Believe it
or not, I've seen it done plenty of times.)

[To see more ABC posts, go here.]

ABC Wednesday—E is for "éclair"

If you're in Paris and strolling around the
Marais and you get a hankering for something
sweet, head for this place:  éclairs de génie,
on rue Pavée.  You'll have plenty of delish varieties
to choose from (and, clearly, the sales staff
is not sampling the wares).  Our choice?

This—of course! (And though they're
not huge, they are rich—so the 
three of us happily shared one.)

[To see more ABC posts, go here.] 

Traveling Tuesdays

Last time I was in Paris, we stayed in an apartment
oh so conveniently located just a few doors
up the street from this place. They've been around
for awhile and now have some competition—but
this is still the best falafel I've ever had—anywhere.
[To join in more travels, visit Sandi's blog.]

Happy Hour! (or not)

 Actually, I took this picture at a little past o'dark-thirty
in the morning.  I'm sure that when Happy Hour
rolled around for real, the joint was jumpin'.
One thing I love about Paris café culture:  It's
not just a "tourist" thing.  (You even see
locals at the Flore and the Deux Magots.  Still.)

[This is part of my world—sometimes.
To see more of the world, go here.]

Mellow Yellow Monday

Love this bright yellow shop selling oil and
wine—but I could do without the graffiti.
Don't you wish the taggers would leave
the beautiful cities alone?
[See more Mellow Yellow here.]