Sunday Mornings in Paris
Just to be clear, I’m not spending my Sunday morning in Paris, but instead, I’m preparing work for the week ahead. So I’m going to write this post as the day goes on as a welcome and occasional distraction from the boring stuff!
I’ll start with a couple of panoramic shots of Paris – one of my favourite cities. This one taken from the top of the Arc de Triomphe looking out towards La Defense and the futuristic Grande Arche – part of President Mitterand’s legacy.
This shot was taken from Sacre Coeur, looking down over Montmartre and a curiously threatening weather system. My daughter lived on the Boulevard de Clichy near the Pigalle metro station, just along from the Moulin Rouge. Picasso also lived here – at number 11. While Edgar Degas lived at number 6.
Meanwhile, underground, the sign for the St.Paul metro station in le Marais – one of my favourite districts in Paris. Can still remember the haunting sound of Ave Maria being sung in the quiet station at night as a brightly lit train emerged from the dark tunnel. Strangely incongruous while oddly perfect. Le Marais has some excellent restaurants and bars, not to mention some great boutique hotels. I stayed just around the corner from the Place des Vosges in the Hotel des Chevaliers, now the Hostellerie du Marais – http://www.hostelleriedumarais.com/
This Italian restaurant and pizza takeaway was in the Montmartre district. I really liked the colour of the timber cladding.
Still on the slopes of Montmartre – good exercise I should add – you’ll see an eclectic jumble of buildings filling every space. Be ready for some hefty climbing up endless flights of stairs in these apartment buildings if, like me, you don’t fancy getting in tiny old lifts that resemble that device that rescued the Chilean miners.
Autumn was approaching as this picture was taken one Sunday morning – late September – and in contrast to the UK which relaxed it’s Sunday trading laws, Paris still offers a relaxed treat as shops are closed and only cafes and restaurants are open. You get a sense of the city taking a weekly pause for breath.
Here it is again. Barely a pedestrian in sight and the traffic has calmed to a trickle.