Book Ends To The Day: Notre Dame

When I went out for bread this morning I was amazed to discover that it was calm, not frigid, and blue-sky-sunny; it was beautiful.

That’s not what The Weather Channel that I had been consulting on-line in the apartment had been saying was happening.

But there have been a lot of other weather reality disparities of that sort already in this sojourn, so I just chalked this disparity up to information lag time.

But I also set my day’s walking agenda based on real time go-for-bread-out-on-rue-de Bucci information.

I decided to walk the Promenade Plantee to Bois Vincennes and then come back on Avenue Daumesnil which parallels the Promenade.

I have never walked back from that route down Daumesnil; I always take the Metro back – to Le Depart.

Today it seemed that I wanted to walk as much of the daylight hours as was possible; the weather, after all, was good.

That walk would be about four hours I thought.

Unlike yesterday, I had some things that moved me to take images early in the traverse.

As soon as I took the steps down to river level I began to feel images is the offing.

First was Notre Dame - what a surprise.

Then there was a boat.

At Bastille I did the best I could with the gold guy up on top: the sun was on his ass, so I took the picture from that angle.

And after I got up on the promenade I got a good picture of a female Merle Noire eating holly berries.

I didn’t take any more images until much later in the day when I was coming back on Avenue Daumesnil and looked up at the sky; “amazing”, I said to no one in particular.

 

And then as I got to the back end, back down the river level quai toward home, the lady, our lady, Notre Dame, looked pretty good in the westering sun.