I am behind here on the Blog. It always happens. You set out with the best of intentions and then events conspire to change up the plan. But isn’t life just like that? Sometimes our attempts to keep all the balls in the air simply fail. So I have decided right here and now to just let them fall wherever they like [perhaps out of sequence and a little behind time]
“Claire!!!” I yelled from the third floor window forgetting completely the French sensibilities I had been so carefully cultivating while here in France “wait there... I’ll be right down!!!”
Our phones were on different foreign networks so I had given her the street address and had been waiting by the window to see if the taxi would drop her at the end of the cobbles or drive her right to the front door [which is downstairs squished between the café umbrellas and the fruit shop next door]
To say our front door is obscure is a pretty big understatement given that it is hidden so well in the foliage and boxes and tables that line the street front of the colourful Rue Cler.
Claire was flying in from New York… and I had been very much looking forward to spending a few precious days with both my girls here in this place so far from home.
The last couple of days we’ve walked for miles along the Seine, enjoyed breakfast and lunch at old haunts like Angelina’s on Rue Rivoli and Café Castiglione on Rue St Honore.
The other day we visited the Rodin Museum and Gardens, a place I simply can’t believe exists right smack bang in the middle of Paris.
The entry is through plate glass doors that face the old world street giving no hint at all to what lies behind. As you pass through… the rough walls of the city give way to peaceful gardens ponds and the graceful architecture so blissfully redolent of bygone days.
I am starting to think that Paris is a city of secret places like this… hidden surreptitiously behind closed doors and stone walls.
Maybe this is the fascination people have with photographing the doors of Paris. And make no mistake… everyone does.
I understand. It’s hard not to be a tourist in Paris. I think you could live here for a gazzilion years and still not know this place… it has a different face for everyone… a different experience each time you step out.