The Weekend in Black and White

Once upon a time (i.e., when I lived in Paris),
there weren't this many chairs to be found in the
Jardin du Luxembourg—even on a chilly day.  You were
also expected to pay for the privilege of parking
yourself in one of them (1 franc, if I recall—the
equivalent of 20–25 cents).  The game of "musical chairs"
we played involved trying to stay ahead of the
ladies who collected the fee.

[To see more monochromes, visit Dragonstar's meme.]

Weekend Reflections

Light from the many globes at the Cité metro station
is reflected all around the white-tiled
walls and ceiling (and white stone platform too.)

[To see more Weekend Reflections, visit James's meme.]

Thursday Challenge—Best of 2013

I chose this image for "Reflection,"
back in April.  My friend Bert then pointed out
that it's not really a reflection but an image
of another part of the Doge's Palace.
I think he's right, but I'm showing it again
anyway—because I still love this picture.

[To see more of the Thursday Photo Challenge, go here.]

ABC Wednesday—V is for "vines"

Right now Paris is covered in colorful
vines.  This building in the Marais
was just dripping with them.

Yo see more ABC posts, go here.]

On rue de Grenelle

After going to see the Christmas lights on
rue Cler, we were on our way to the Eiffel Tower
through the otherwise quiet 7th arrondissement and
came across this place.  I looked online—it
might be worth checking out next time.
Looks inviting anyway, don't you agree?

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

Jeanne d'Arc

Leaving Paris (sigh), we were glad our driver
took the more scenic route to CDG through town—
we passed right by the statue of Jeanne d'Arc that seems
to stride valiantly through the Place des Pyramides.
Apparently someone decided she'd be more comfortable
in sneakers and has kindly (?) given her a pair.

[To see more Monday Mellow Yellows, visit Gemma's meme.]

Bridge of Shadows

It was mostly cloudy in Paris last month, but
there was one morning . . . I was going to an exhibit
of Brassaï's photos and stalked shadows
all the way from St. Germain and across the
Pont d'Arcole to the Hôtel de Ville.
(As expected, Brassaï's work was inspiring—
but mostly humbling.)

[To see more Sunday shadows, go here.]