Paris St Germain
Staying in the left bank Latin Quarter
another easy morning stroll to St Germain,
where J P Sartre and Samuel Beckett once lingered.
Now more a place of original retail than philosophical genius.
Where else but Paris would see a shop selling solely éclairs
tins of fish
or sardines on a hat
There is still a little of the traditional bric a brac
filled streets to linger in
Out of the colourful cacophony of cafes and food,
in Strasbourg gardens. A place of rest and poise.
And the Eglise Saint-Sulpice Song drifted down the aisles. I’d arrived by chance to hear a sung mass. What the content was, I know not, but the beauty of the ancient song in ancient language and place compelled me to stay a while.
Eglise St. Sulpice
A metro dash to see the Arc d Triomphe turn from green to gold and silver
as the Champs Elysees sparkled with Christmas and opulence. Which we tried to offset, just a little.
Light by Bike
Being the week of the 2015 World Climate Change Conference, we did our bit to pedal power the lights.
Before the mandatory meal.
Day 3 of 4 in Paris. Day 1, Day 2, Day 4