It was apartment cleaning day which meant that I needed to get out and stay out.
So I decided to leave as close to 1100 as possible – it turned out to be 1130 – and walk for two hours to Bois de Vincennes and then take the metro back; and if that all worked out symmetrically, the plan was, I would end up somewhere near somewhere that I could have lunch about 1500.
Sans petite dejeuner, I stopped at Carton and bought a croissant for sustenance until 1500.
I decided to take a different route to le bois; so there are some new scenes here.
First, we have the answer to the question “what ever happened to le grande magazin Samaritaine?
(Answer: it is going to be a home for the beautiful people.)
Next I saw la Tour Saint Jacques which is what is left of l’eglis Saint Jacques; I think the church was destroyed during the Revolution. The gold guy is Saint Michel.
La Tour is close to City Hall so I took her picture.
I kept going along la côte droit of Isle de la Cité and took the bridge over to Isle de Saint Louis; as quickly as possible I went down some steps so I was on the quai at water level; I had to take a picture of a boat that appeared where you see it back on a dark dreary day in 2012 and has been there ever since; I thought a sunny day made a picture of it mandatory.
I have never seen La Seine as being other than – best case – cloudy; this is amazing.
These steps lead down even closer to the river than I already was, and it leads to a reciprocal set of steps that go up to Pont Sully, which is where I crossed over to the mainland and Quai Henri IV. As an aside, there were two parrots screeching and flying around Henri’s Quai; that is in addition to sightings I have made down by the catacombs, on Quai Bernard, across from la Grande Palais and down by the cop dock; adding those new, this year, sightings to the ones that I have already documented in Parc Montsourris, Le Jardin de Luxembourg, le Jardin des Plantes and le Bois de Vincennes, makes me think that, in a few years, there will be as many parrots as there are pigeons – or at least crows or terns.
As I walked through l’Arsenal I finally got a decent picture of this bush; I have been trying for weeks.
Once on the Promenade I was once again beguiled by a rose.
In le Bois some mistletoe caught my attention.
And then there was the swan song on Lac Daumesnil.