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.