Paris tradition – locks

I should have taken a lock to Paris!  Though the locks are often referred to as ‘love locks,’ I wonder if some travelers place a lock on the bridge to commemorate a visit to the ‘city of light.’

Hundreds and hundreds of locks have been placed along the railing of various bridges in Paris.  Martha and Jerry placed their 49th wedding anniversary lock on the bridge during my visit.

CLICK HERE to see a short YouTube video after the event (please excuse my voice on the video!!).

after the “photo shoot” they placed their anniversary lock on the bridge

exploring Paris

It seems that while I was photographing the sights of Paris (like a good tourist), Martha and Jerry were photographing me.

Here are a couple of links to their blog.  Notice all the smiles.  We had a wonderful visit!!!!!!

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Click HERE for more.

Follow Jerry and Martha on their Paris adventure.  Their BLOG is www.mandjwagley.com.

Oh, ….. and I’ll be posting pictures of Martha and Jerry soon….taken when they least expected the camera to be pointing in their direction!

Here’s a sneak preview:

Lido-Champs Elysees-Paris:

 Resting in the sunshine at Luxembourg Gardens

 morning walk near Notre Dame; we found a Paris scarf

 When you don’t have your eye on the photographer, the photographer may have her eye on you!

Bastille, a Tea Shop, and Lido

Our Monday morning walk took us around the busy Place de la Bastille, past the new Opera National de Paris  Bastille (the new opera house), down the pebble walk along the Canal St-Martin, through a lock, and out to the Seine River retaining wall, with Notre Dame in the distance to our right.

I photographed Jerry and Martha placing their lock on the bridge near Notre Dame.  Hundreds and hundreds of locks have been secured to the bridge.  We dressed somewhat French (with a southern accent) for the occasion.

A little shopping, risotto for dinner at an outdoor cafe along Champs-Elysees and then Lido-Champs Elysees-Paris at 9:30 PM…another amazing day in Paris.

Sunday Worship-Gardens-Fountains in Paris

The green spire of the American Church in Paris(bottom right) stands proudly near Pont Alexandre III (bridge), the Petit Palais, the Grand Palais, the Eiffel Tower(center), and a few blocks away from Dome Church and Napoleon’s Tomb, and Invalides.  This morning, all the pews were filled as well as side seating, the pastor delivered a wonderful message, and we exited after the visiting choir from Texas concluded the service with upbeat, uplifting music.

Standing in Place de la Concorde, and looking around in all directions offers a magnificent view.  Though now a parade route, the square once held the guillotine and was the execution site of Marie Antoinette and 1,000+ others.

We enjoyed lunch in Jardin des Tuileries (gardens), especially Jerry’s chestnut cream dessert, Coupe Mont-Blanc.

…a most delicious, floral black tea

I walked out the gates of the Tuileries gardens and gazed through the Arch de Triomphe du Carrousel onto the inverted glass pyramid at the Louvre.

We walked directly in front of the Musse d’Orsey, along the banks of the Seine.

St Michael’s fountain was spectacular, in the midst of a very busy intersection.

I must say that Jardin de Luxembourg are the most beautiful gardens I have seen(travel guide states that this is the most popular park in the whole of Paris).  Though they display potted palm trees (which seem out of place to me), the remainder of the gardens are breathtaking.  A band played in the distance, children were  running around the pools of water and among the trees, young boys pushed white sailboats in the pool, and young and old sat in the chairs throughout the gardens enjoying the day, the intermittent sunshine, the hefty wind, and a few drops of rain.

Vendors sell their wares along the Seine, we walk on the cobblestones of the lower deck along the Seine on Ile St Louis, arriving at our dinner destination.

Bodega is a restaurant on a boat docked on the Seine River across from Notre Dame.  Rain showers preceded this magnificent rainbow in the afternoon sky.

Sunset turned the windows of Notre Dame a golden glow, and afterwards, the pink sky of the setting sun painted the high walls of the great cathedral.  What a truely amazing sight, sitting and watching the sky darken and the lights begin to illumine the bridges along the Seine.

Drizzle, rain, wind, and more rain and wind did not deter our day, nor that of many others in Paris.

About 11PM after dinner; Martha in Paris:

Another great day in this great city…how will I ever leave…

European hot chocolate, macaron, and Popelini

My morning walk led me to Place des Vosges and Carette Paris.  The Chocolat ‘carette’ was superior quality chocolate in liquid form.  I enjoyed the steaming drink, served in a china cup, along with a  cafe (coffee) macaron.  There is no doubt that I am in Paris…

The Saturday market is open today in Martha’s village.  Fruit, fish, vegetables, cheese, eggs, milk, and the plat de jour (dish of the day) are among the items for sale.  We walked through a wonderland of color and aroma.  The established street business is busy also.

Chickens roast on rotessary racks, fresh fish stare blankly at those passing by on the sidewalk, the smell of freshly baked bread drifts onto the rue.  We search for Popelini; I’m glad Martha was diligent and continued the search to find the tiny shop on a side street.

from the Popelini web site:
“Popelini is the name of the italian chef who came up with the recipe for choux pastry in 1540 at the court of Catherine de Medicis.Today, Popelini pastry shop is devoted to create a modern twist on this classic french specialty, by offering a wide range of colorful and tasty choux à la crème.”

A ride on the M deposits us at Magdalenae.  The church is spectacular, dressed with rows and rows of flowers along either side of the massive front steps.  From the top of the steps, we can see the obelisk at the center of the Place de la Concorde.

After a visit to local shops, and another ride on the M, we walk through the huge shopping area of Les Halles, and then to E Dehillerin.

Arms laden with bags, we retrace the M journey and make our way home.

It is now 6:30 PM, and as I sit at the antique desk and write this post, music drifts from my neighbor’s window and into mine.  Church bells ring in the distance.

Dinner will be after 8:30PM tonight.  It’s Saturday night, and Martha, our tour director (vs Jerry, our tour guide) says that we must go out on Saturday night in Paris!

Neither little nor a lot! of rain stops anyone in Paris.  We walked the streets, umbrellas in hand.  Many of the restaurants are very small and full to capacity during the dinner hours; however, walking a few feet along the sidewalk usually reveals another restaurant.  On our 4th attempt, we found a vacant table out of the rain.  The dinner was excellent!  A few night photos from a bridge over the Seine and midnight was upon us.

Another wonderful day in Paris….

Notre Dame, Sacre Coeur and Moulin Rouge

Chocolate begins my day in Paris, again.  The cafe on the corner of my street serves le petit dejeuner  which consists of (fruit presse) freshly squeezed orange juice served over ice, hot chocolate (or tea or coffee), and a (chocolate) croissant.  Martha added eggs, and the serving becomes Le Breakfast.

Afterwards, we walked along several narrow streets…

…my first ‘up close’ sighting of French Macarons…

…and cross one of many bridges in the city.  The back side of Notre Dame, in all it’s splendor, stands before us.

window shopping on the walk back to the flat:
up many, many steps (more than you see here) to Sacre Coeur
lunch in Place du Tertre which is always busy with budding painters 

 went inside and listened to beautiful music

 just walked by the building; didn’t go inside; need to rest before 9PM dinner

Delicious late dinner at Cafe Hugo in Palace des Vosges. 11:51 PM here….goodnight.

yellow rose, chocolate croissant, and Eiffel

quite a day….
I have not really slept since 6AM CST Sept 14.  It’s now 7PM Paris time which is Noon CST Sept 15.

I hear the church bells peal through the open windows of my flat; the weather is beautiful here.

There is so much to see, experience, feel, and taste; I don’t want to go to sleep, but I know I must.  And soon.

My flat is lovely, overlooking a courtyard of hydrangia bushes.  The setting sun bathes the building in a golden yellow, and a brisk breeze floats through the sheer clad windows as I sit at an antique desk and type this blog post.  Old world meets new – antiques and internet.

Just past the front gate of my building sit two parks secluded by trees, a chocolate shop, and a corner cafe, where I hope to find thick, rich European hot chocolate tomorrow morning.

Dear Martha placed a yellow rose in a vase near the doorway to greet my arrival into Paris.  Two croissants, cheese, bananas, lemons, and metro tickets completed my welcome package.

After touring Martha and Jerry’s village and mine, we sat in the warm afternoon sun and feasted on a lunch of croque jeune homme (open face ham and cheese toasted), salad with chicken, and pasta.  Two Metro rides deposited us near the Eiffel tower.  As with sunrise and sunset, I keep shooting the Eiffel tower from every angle I can find.

We walked along a portion of the Seine, and I thought how beautiful this scene would be at night, illuminated by not only street lights, but by the stars and the moon.

A worker was making repairs to the Eiffel tower, very, very, very, very high up the tower and hanging over the edge of the metalwork. We walked over the tunnel where Princess Diana lost her life; we gazed at the vegitation house, its front covered in green plant growth; we rode the Metro home, squished in the cars along with others ending their work day.

Martha and Jerry tasting ice cream from a stand near Eiffel:

Sleep … I have to sleep..

Sept 16….Good Morning!  The sky is light blue, dotted with floating clouds.  It’s cool here…I must find hot chocolate!

Martha and I are going for a morning walk to Notre Dame, then we will all three spend the afternoon at Sacre Coeur…all promises to be another wonderful day!