In my spare time I'm writing about our experiences. I don't want to forget one second of the trip, the sights, the sounds, the people, the culture, the food, the wine, and the cities. I long to go again, but for more than three days, for it simply wasn't enough time to take in even a small portion of what there was to enjoy.
One of my favourite hours in Paris was spent in an artists' square atop Montmartre. We'd just visited the oldest church in Paris, then sipped some vin chaud while listening to an amazing French woman belting out some beautiful songs while cranking on a music machine. That was a delight.
Just kitty corner from the singer we noticed a square filled with artists and art and canvases and paint. We wandered from artist to artist, admiring their work and chatting with a few of them. We overheard some people haggling with an artist for one of his paintings. He considered 300 Euros to be an insult. He'd been painting for over 30 years.
Jane bought a huge painting of the Eiffel Tower. I bought a painting of the artist's square at the top of Montmartre. I'll post these pictures later, when I figure out where they are stored. :D
Every time I walk by and glance at that piece of art, my mind goes back to Paris. I am so thankful for the memories.
To prove I was actually there, here's a picture of me as we arrived in Paris, with very little sleep, after flying all night: