I have several possible options, some of which include a tour of the Parisian Canals - or a step back in time at the Jardin d'Acclimation nestled in the Bois de Boulogne (this was recommended by another terrific blogger, Virginia of Paris through my Lens) or perhaps just mellow out and enjoy the relaxed atmosphere of Paris Plage (the most amazing and creative urban transformation: tons of sand is trucked into the city and spread along the banks of the Seine to create a beach atmosphere for the people to enjoy throughout the hot weeks of July and August). I have not completely ruled out the possibility of staying in my neighborhood and strolling the streets of Montmartre, perhaps visiting its small museum and cemetery.
Ok - Well, obviously all that pre-planning is slowly going out the window!
I decided early on that the Parisian Canal tour was not a high priority item - so I immediately canceled that idea. While the Jardin d'Acclimation sounds fun - and the Bois de Boulogne a unique Parisian experience, quite honestly my run-in with "Tony" in the Latin Quarter has rather put me off going to totally unfamiliar places.
After taking several photographs I decided to do some souvenir shopping. It was not yet crowded in Montmartre and I knew I wanted to take my time in selecting just the right gift. I didn't get much in the way of presents, as I sincerely hope that I can return to Paris with the rest of the family. But in the meantime, perhaps these little momentos will get them excited.
At this point it was about 4:00PM -- too early to go home, but too late to take on another adventure in a different arrondissement. As luck would have it I was at the Pont Neuf and noticed a sign for a boat tour, Vendettes Pont Neuf. Well, this was not at all on my schedule of events - but I wanted to do something fun, and the thought of sitting for an hour on a moving boat sounded delightful. The cost was just 2 euros more than Bateaux Mouches (which I had planned to do late this week anyway) AND....I was the second person on the boat - which allowed me to go to the top and sit in the front row so as not to worry about anyone's head in my photographs. It was obviously "meant to be."
|My "dust" friend - I|
can't decide if it looks like a
dying black seagull -
or a runaway scarf
Once I returned to the apartment Itried t o do everything I know I to do and the dust still remains. Tomorrow I am supposed to go on a lovely winery tour - and Wednesday I am supposed to go to Giverny, Monet's home and exquisite gardens. I suppose I will take double pictures: one set with the dusty "good" camera - and another set with the reliable point and shoot. All I can say is....Zut alors!