These tiny tiles are on a wall in the fourth district of Paris. I've probably walked by them a half dozen times. This time I really noticed them and with my zoom lens activated I managed to take one great photo. ART.
Later that afternoon though I walked by them again and they looked completely different. The light totally picked up on the mirror inlay to highlight the word. There was no way for me to figure out where these tiles were from. Next time, I am tracking this information down!
I love everything about this store front in Paris. From the name "objects that speak/talk," the font used for the sign, the objects parked outside and finally the warm lamp light.
I could move right in.
What is a trip to Paris without a few macaroons with coffee?
There is a fabulous upscale cafeteria at the Louvre Museum that looks like a restaurant. With one of our lunches we got a complimentary cup of macaroons. The brown one was clearly a coffee flavour. The light green was pistachio flavoured. The purple one had us stumped.
Because it tasted awful.
But we nibbled away trying to figure out what it was.
Great in soap and potpourri...not so great as a macaroon.
As we drove through the winding roads south east of Paris we saw one fabulous vista after another.
The roads are not very wide. You have to pay attention because at any minute a big truck might be heading towards you on the opposite side of the road. It never felt like there was enough room for two of us on the same road.
But when I saw these horses at a distance I just had to yell "stop." My friend Melanie, who is an excellent driver, pulled off on the side of the road immediately! A risky proposition given that cars sneak up behind you when you least expect them.
The horses galloped right over. Perhaps they were used to visitors. The white horse was magical.
I was sad we did not have apples to offer. Next time we drive through the south of France I plan to pack fruit!