After the alarm went off, I got out of bed, and with every step that I took, the beautiful hardwood floors in the apartment snapped and creaked, greeting me in the dark shades of the morning light. From outside, I could hear others busily rushing off in the early hours, their shoes clopping over the cobbles and their keys rattling as they slipped them into their pockets, the doors between the courtyards slamming solidly behind them as they moved along the corridors.
Like a sort of tic tac toe game, the lights in the windows across the courtyard would come on and go off as the unseen people behind them went from bedroom to kitchen to bathroom....until they finally went off for good and the people left their apartments for the daily grind.
In the afternoon, when I was home from a morning at a gallery (we went to see the Canaletto exhibit of Venetian paintings at the Maillol museum - so worth it), someone was practicing the piano - replaying the same song over and over. It wasn't tedious - it was beautiful, listening to them work through the various stanzas that were giving them trouble, each time getting a little better at it and picking up the tempo a bit...
Later this evening we attended a cooking class on the Quay de Hotel de Ville. We rode the metro at rush hour, crammed in like sardines, to the school... seeing the long, drawn faces of the workers who had had a hard day... texing... playing games and chatting on their cell phones.
I can not believe that tomorrow is our last day here. Like all travelers, I wish I was staying longer.
Day started out cloudy but ended up sunny, with a hi of about 21C.
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| I made this at our Parisian cooking class! |
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| Just one example of decorative grille work that adorns many doors in the city |
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| Cute Jack Russel standing guard at the owner's shop |
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| Tsk - what is this world coming to? Gays in advertising! |
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| Bas-releif of a red (North American) Indian on a set of belle epoch doors |
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