This was in Paris this morning. This gentleman rode his motorbike the entire time standing up, through roads that weren’t exactly empty either.

I was impressed with his skill, of course. But I still have one small question: what exactly was the point?

Remember how, on every island, she somehow finds a roadside mango vendor and insists on trying the local fruit? In Paris, it is crêpes.

In her half-dozen visits here, I don’t think I have ever seen her leave without at least one street-side crêpe. Some traditions are apparently non-negotiable.

We were simply strolling around after doing some shopping (I need to be more precise in defining “we”, when I talk about shopping 🙂

We were looking for a place to sit down and have lunch. Turned a corner – and there it was – the Eiffel Tower!

This is the Marriott at the Champs-Élysées

I am not generally the one drawn to art and the finer aspects of life. Whatever little I know has seeped in through sheer osmosis from living with an artist wife.

So, when I was left unsupervised to wander through the Musée d’Orsay after normal hours, I was not entirely sure what one was supposed to do. I recognized a few names. Beyond that, my main qualification was an ability to nod thoughtfully while looking at things.

Unfortunately, Sharmila was not with me. She would have truly appreciated it. Although, she has been here several times before.

As for me, I mostly earned the bragging rights of saying I have seen an impressive number of famous paintings and sculptures up close. Last year, I was similarly left unsupervised in the Louvre Museum. The previous year was Notre Dame.

I suppose this is a culture of a sort, too!