The Weekend in Black and White

I have a special fondness for the passages
of Paris (and worked in one of them
for several years).  Some have been spruced
up and are filled with colorful shops.
Some are a bit run-down, with more utilitarian
businesses—like this one, Passage du Caire.
It may not be very elegant, but it has good bones.

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

Weekend Reflections

Merci—wonderful name for a wonderfully 
eclectic shop (see here), where they sell 
all manner of interesting and beautifully
designed items. The joint was jumpin' when
we went so we didn't linger, but I will
definitely be back (might even buy something!).

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

A chicken in every pot

I don't exactly travel to shop, but on every trip
there's always something I wish I had bought.  This
shop was closed, but I could have gone back.
Assuming they don't cost 10 times more than
an actual poulet, I can think of a few
friends who would love to store their plastic bags
(that's what they're for) in one of these fun, colorful birds!

ABC Wednesday—W is for "whisks"

Welcome to E. Dehillerin, Paris cookware emporium
extraordinaire.  Unlike Julia Child, I did not
stock up on copper cookware.  In fact, I
didn't buy a thing—but I did take tons o' photos.

[To see more ABC posts, go here.]

Un jeune marin

This young Parisien was having a good time (despite
the cold—and where are his gloves?) sailing
his boat in the pond at the Jardin du Luxembourg.

When the boat comes close to "shore," the
stick is used to send it off again.

[To see more Ruby Tuesday posts, go here;
for more of Our World Tuesday, go here.]

9 days 'til Christmas . . .

Most of the cards are written, some presents wrapped,
the tree is up (thank you, Katie, my strong, tall girl!),
and waiting patiently to be trimmed with the
ornaments we've collected over many, many years.
So much to do, so little time!

[Linking back to Monday Mellow Yellows,
Macro Monday, and Mosaic Monday.]

Shadow Shot Sunday

 Place des Vosges late at night:
beautiful and mysterious—
and not another soul in sight.

[To see more shadows, go here.]