Rest day

Sightseeing is hard work.  If I ever decide to write a tour guide, it will have an honest title, something like How to see XXXX on negative net calories per day.  Catchy, yes?  And since the next four days will be our museum blitz, we gave ourselves the day off.  Well, not entirely the day off.  After a quiet day catching up on Anita's journal, reading Le Monde and Le Parisien, and watching Le Tour de France on TV, we had dinner with one of our Albuquerque French tutors and her father, who lives in Normandy.  She was en route to the airport for her return trip to the land of enchantment, and we broke bread with them at Le Cepage.

Looking back over our first week here, we decided that we are truly fortunate to be able to see Paris our way.  A few sights that didn't make it to the day we took the pictures...

Art can be misrepresentational, depending on one's point of view.  The dinosaur is a few feet away from me on the right bank, the American Church in Paris spire is on the left bank, safely out of reach.
(At the Bateau Mouche pier).

Or, I suppose, it can be quasi-representational.  If you work at it, you might see what the artist seems to want us to see, a "Musician".  (In the Tuileries garden, near the Louvre).

Even the bridges are targets for ostentation.  (One of the many bridges across the Seine)

Somehow, this scene seems to capture it for me.  I think it must be that I've seen something like it so often that living it seems to represent a "living the dream" moment.   For the rest of this week, we'll be spending a lot of time actually inside museums.  That will be a new experience.