A final, final trip....maybe
May 19, 2017 19:20:25 GMT
Post by mossie on May 19, 2017 19:20:25 GMT
It is now Friday and I returned home on Monday from Paris and am still feeling the effects and considering that I should not have put myself through such torture. And yet......, already the seed of another trip is growing inside my thick head.
Some time ago I showed this print I had bought which my son had challenged me to reproduce with my camera
I should have looked at it before I actually tried, my attempt is only half the scene, so, must try harder.
Eurostar had dropped the train I normally travel on, so I was later arriving this time. After organising my room and a lie down to let my legs get straight, I set off to find a meal near by. The brasserie I normally use changed hands a year or so ago and, a quick look through the menu which helpfully all such places have to display outside, convinced me that the emphasis on burgers was not my cup of tea, so I wandered back down Av Laumiere and decided to try this one. I had dismissed it as an option on previous visits, having had a drink there one evening and finding it apparently aimed at the younger crowd
Inside an industrial look has been obtained by leaving the RSJs and bare brickwork exposed, giving an appearance of a building in course of construction. This appears to be a strange modern trend, as a lot of work must have been involved in stripping off the plaster and other facings, which I have seen in England. No accounting for taste is there?
All grumbles were forgotten as they produced an excellent meal, so much so that I paid it further visits during my stay
My hotel looks out onto the little place formed where rue Petit springs off from rue de Meaux, and both are immediately cut through by av Laumiere. Possibly an example of Baron Haussmans desire to produce a grand approach to parc des Buttes Chaumont.
Incidentally the next day I got back to the hotel just in time to beat a very heavy shower, which included some hefty hail. Note the brave lady shielding her hairdo with her bag.
I mentioned my favourite park, Buttes Chaumont, which the Petite Ceinture railway crosses, partly by this deep cutting, and partly by tunnel.
Parts of the park resemble the wildwood
But there are some marvellous tree specimens
Also the notorious Suicides Bridge, which nowadays has high fences above the parapet to stop these desperate people
I am loosing track of the keyboard, but threaten to return tomorrow
Some time ago I showed this print I had bought which my son had challenged me to reproduce with my camera
I should have looked at it before I actually tried, my attempt is only half the scene, so, must try harder.
Eurostar had dropped the train I normally travel on, so I was later arriving this time. After organising my room and a lie down to let my legs get straight, I set off to find a meal near by. The brasserie I normally use changed hands a year or so ago and, a quick look through the menu which helpfully all such places have to display outside, convinced me that the emphasis on burgers was not my cup of tea, so I wandered back down Av Laumiere and decided to try this one. I had dismissed it as an option on previous visits, having had a drink there one evening and finding it apparently aimed at the younger crowd
Inside an industrial look has been obtained by leaving the RSJs and bare brickwork exposed, giving an appearance of a building in course of construction. This appears to be a strange modern trend, as a lot of work must have been involved in stripping off the plaster and other facings, which I have seen in England. No accounting for taste is there?
All grumbles were forgotten as they produced an excellent meal, so much so that I paid it further visits during my stay
My hotel looks out onto the little place formed where rue Petit springs off from rue de Meaux, and both are immediately cut through by av Laumiere. Possibly an example of Baron Haussmans desire to produce a grand approach to parc des Buttes Chaumont.
Incidentally the next day I got back to the hotel just in time to beat a very heavy shower, which included some hefty hail. Note the brave lady shielding her hairdo with her bag.
I mentioned my favourite park, Buttes Chaumont, which the Petite Ceinture railway crosses, partly by this deep cutting, and partly by tunnel.
Parts of the park resemble the wildwood
But there are some marvellous tree specimens
Also the notorious Suicides Bridge, which nowadays has high fences above the parapet to stop these desperate people
I am loosing track of the keyboard, but threaten to return tomorrow