“Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own sunshine”. ~ Anthony J. D’Angelo

It was for the most part another rainy day in Paris.  After yesterday’s “incident with the tear gas I have had enough excitement.  Despite the weather, it was a lovely day overall.  Skip and I had cheese omelets at our new “favorite” breakfast place Paris Montparnasse.  Then off to the Montparnesse Tower observation deck for some spectacular views of Paris.

From there we went to a local market that seemed to go on forever.  You could purchase anything from a scarf, to radishes, to fresh fish to a rocking chair.

Spices

Radishes

Fresh Meats

After that we went to the Montparnesse Cemetery which was a mixture of old and new graves and felt a little bit at times like the Haunted Mansion in Disney.  Nonetheless it was a beautiful place and we finished up the morning with a cappuccino and tea at a local place.

Soon after we were off to the Musee d’Orsay with our friend Lissa to see the Impressionists like Claude Monet and Paul Cezanne.There was artwork by other famous artists including Vincent Van Gogh. The building was originally built as a train station and was an artwork in itself. As a side note this was much better by far than the Art History class in college that was supposed to be an easy A and was one of my harder non nursing classes!! We followed up our visit to the museum with a glass of wine in a cafe nearby before our rainy return to the hotel.

In the evening we ventured out once again in the dreary rain to see the Moulin Rouge.  I don’t have any photos as you were forbidden from any photography but it was a wonderful, exciting entertaining couple of hours.   A non stop display of costuming and song and dance that you should see once in a lifetime.

On a side note all seems to be well on the USA home front.  My children, sister-in-law and brother have assured me that my dad is fine and nothing bad has happened.  He attributes the unrest in Paris due to kids smoking pot and marijuana!   I called him and he was pleased that we survived our tear gas incident!!

One high not that hit my heart in Paris happened at the restaurant where we had a few meals.  Having Celiac disease excludes me from enjoying most of the delicious breads and desserts, which in all honesty I am okay with most a little of the time.  After dinner this night at the Paris Montparnesse Restaurant the manager came over and brought me a gift of a loaf of gluten-free bread he purchased for me so I could have some bread.  He gave me the entire loaf.  You don’t know what that small thoughtful act meant to me.  It may have been a rainy day but this small act warmed my heart.

“The smallest act of kindness is worth more than the grandest intention.”

Oscar Wilde