How much is that kitty in the window…

Since we last met I was enjoying a French cabaret.  At the end of the evening, sometime after midnight, my favorite hat disappeared. It was a gift from my sister and every time I wear it I think of her. The staff helped me look for it with flashlights but I ended up having to leave without it and yes, I pouted about it. Today I did a little shopping and went to Uniqlo Paris and there was a hat with the same little eyeballs by the same designer! It made me very happy. I’ll try and keep better tabs on this one, Bonni, and still think of you!

On our walk to Palais Garnier for an immersive game inside the famous opera house, we stopped for two adorable kittens flirting with us from inside a closed restaurant. Well, let’s be honest, we started the flirting, they were just better at it. Little things like this make us miss home a bit, but only a little…

…because we are on our way to the opera/ballet house that was the inspiration for the Phantom of the Opera! We were able to run around and find clues to solve a mystery while marveling at the gorgeous design and the masterful Marc Chagall ceiling surrounding the chandelier. Susanna was much better at the game portion, I was too busy gawking at the incredible scenery. The only clue we did not find was a lobster, I mean, come on, look at this brilliance and tell me you could find a lobster in the “haystack!”

The Palais Garnier foyer

After more walking we are back at home base to pack up and have one more night in Paris. Tomorrow we are up at 5am to catch a flight to Barcelona! It’s always melancholy for me  to drive away from a place, wondering when, or if, I will ever come back and how to hold the memories intact and release what I didn’t accomplish. The Eiffel Tower sizzling every night outside our window will remind me to keep sparkling forward into Spain. 

I love Paris…when it sizzles, every night on the hour for 5 minutes.

Strolling the streets of Paris…

Stroll and stop. Our day was cafes, crepes, fondue and meandering on cobblestone streets. All of this ancient architecture brings out a mystical magic to our walking as we drop into cathedrals on a whim, where music soars inside domed ceilings, candles flicker against carved statues, and organs are wielded by a Phantom of the Opera.

And the pièce de résistance of today…a magical bookstore, Shakespeare and Company. There I was surrounded by my favorite things, cozy nooks, stone walls and history that inspires me to dream. I could have stayed all day. 

I was snapping a few photos to remember the moment when a very nice employee gently told me, “No photos please.” I felt a little guilty that I was so engrossed in my experience that I missed the signs that said no photos. But I am glad now that I have my contraband to remind me that the world of books, authors and the people that love them are my bliss.

We walked back to home base along the rushing, muddy Seine in more rain with time for a nap before a cabaret tonight at historic Lapin Agile.

The cabaret was iconic, a sing-along of sorts, in a gorgeous neighborhood, with nine throaty singers and musicians sharing traditional French songs and encouraging us to sing along. I knew only a few songs but the atmosphere was delicious which reminds me of a book I admired today…”Women Living Deliciously.” That is my gift of the moment. 

Je suis arrivez…

Our room with a view!

I fooled the customs agent with my peppy “bonjour” because he responded quickly in French and I stupidly froze in my jet-lagged state and smiled out a “pardon je suis American.” He laughed, shook his head good naturedly as he stamped my passport with a wave. 

I found the train to Paris eventually, bought a ticket from a machine and boarded a crowded, slow train, sitting backwards but going in the right direction. A win! Paris today is gray and rainy.

My daughter Susanna met me outside the train station and walked me to her air bnb to drop my luggage. With a change of shoes (my feet were tired of my boots), off we went to L’Orangerie to see Monets water lilies and walk through the Tuileries (public garden) in more rain. 

It was time for sustenance, lunch? dinner? who knows, with the time zones I’ve traveled. We wait in a line outside of Angelina’s, recommended by a friend that said, “Get the hot chocolate!” It is adorable inside with chandeliers, wall murals and the hot chocolate thick as pudding!

The evening we spend back “home” playing games and going to bed early after a hot bath. Vive la France!