25 March 2008
My tailor is rich
We’re back now from our holiday and trying to face the sordid realities of shrinking bank balances, full email inboxes and imminent work deadlines.
Paris was wonderful, if chilly. Actually, at times the wind was cold enough that it threatened to remove rather important parts of one’s anatomy if not adequately contained beneath sufficient layers of woolly garments. On our final night it snowed.
But it’s not as though we were expecting a heatwave. Who goes to Paris in March for the weather? There’s so much fun to be had eating fine food, exploring the sights, speaking French, soaking up the art and meeting wonderful people that even my stinking cold couldn’t dampen my spirits. Well, not for long, anyway. Even if the skies were grey, the experience was colourful.
We did all (or almost all) the usual things – Bateaux mouches, Sacre Coeur, Musee D’Orsay, Tour Eiffel. But we also saw some unexpected things – such as the amazing Institut du Monde Arabe.
One side of the building is covered with geometric designs created with camera apertures of different sizes that can be opened or closed to regulate the amount of light allowed in to the building. It’s absolutely stunning. And the views over Paris from the restaurant on the top floor are amazing. Even if the roof is a little leaky.
Filed under: Holiday postcards — Clare @ 12:02 pm