Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Church of St. Sulpice

Next stop that day was the Church of St. Sulpice, on the Wrong Side. I think this was another station on the Vinci Municipal Code pilgrimage. Understandably, my wife and friends do not speak to me of such things.
The artistic masterpiece, Delacroix's Jacob's
Struggle with the Angel
(Angel won by
(divine) decision)





















The great organ at St. Sulpice















But St. Sulpice's claim to fame is here, and the
brass line that marks the (then) prime
meridian, before France lost yet another war
with the Brits; hence, it's Greenwich Time,
not Left Bank Time






















On winter solstice, or possibly summer,
or maybe the vernal equinox, the
sun comes through a high window and
illuminates this area (the church was built
about 1.5 meters off to the right, by my
calculation; or possibly the window was
off, as Wes suggested)
























This explains it all; as if...















St. Sulpice, another great Baroque church; if
it ain't Baroque, don't fix it




















Happily, there was a statue of Danton nearby

Cimetiere du Pere-Lachaise

So one day, perhaps June 9, we all went out to the Cimetiere du Pere-Lachaise, one of Paris' large and famous cemeteries. I think this may have had something to do with the Vinci Municipal Code or somesuch; or maybe Rickie Stevie. Whatever.
Helpful map of the place, with players' names and locations














Of course, most normal personnes are entombed in little
vaults like so















Somehow, this poor discarded cemetery rose spoke to me...














Tomb of the unknown boy and his dog














But then we found the tomb of Oscar Wilde (with a small
crowd of on-lookers); and, in short, it was the best time I
have ever had in a cemetery, so far
















Gertrude Stein














The ever-popular Jim Morrison














Frederic Chopin


















Abelard and Heloise; well, a re-creation of
sorts



















Rossini...and many, many, many more

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Return to Paris

The Grey Wanderer is in Amsterdam, so we jetted there, initially. But our long-time friends, Tawana and Wes, had rented an apartment in Paris and asked if we'd care to join them for a week. We debated this, all the pros and cons and plusses and minuses and costs and benefits and in and outs, from every perspective, at length, for, oh, maybe 5 seconds, and said sure we'll see you June 6th.
Number one for take-off at SFO














Bye for now, City














View from our Razorback friends' apartment,
7me Arr., Rue de Montessuy "Pig" (nyuk,
nyuk, nyuk); first day, severely jet-lagged,
we just promenaded around the Tour area





















Next day we walked up-River















Toward the Tuileries and


















The Orangerie and a wonderful
exhibit on Debussy, music and arts



















Next day we walked up the river again to the d'Orsay and
spent most of the day there; just before leaving the US we
had finally finished all 48 episodes of William Kloss' history
of European art...Courbet, realism, impressionism, neo-
impressionism; so we were totally ready for the Orsay...


















Alas, the Orsay too has now gone to the "no fotos!"
policy, although few people seemed to be enforcing
or complying; I think I now have all the pix I want
from the Orsay, so amused myself getting Monet's
Dindons and




















This, which I have tentatively re-titled "Our
Lady of the Guillotine"; or possibly the Mona 'Tina





















Walking back to Rue de Montessuy...Paris














June 8th was our 44th wedding anniversary--Vicki and me as
well as Tawana and Wes--















And so we celebrated with dinner at the Auberge Nicolas
Flamel, in Paris' oldest house (thanks Rebecca and Rachel)














My seafood appetizer












Vicki's duck






































Happy 44th, my love; sorry none of the four of us thought to take a photo!

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Bye For Now, California

Our California stay came to a temporary end June 5th, when we flew back to Europe for the summer. Our months in Menlo Park, with Rebecca and Jeremy, caring for grand-daughter Penelope, have been wonderful. We'll be back late in August for more grand-parenting. And, happily, we'll be back in the same location, same apartment, making the removal and return very easy. As a last California treat, for this segment, we spent Sunday in The City, visiting its Legion of Honor museum, not least to get back into the spirit of touring in Europe.
From the Legion of Honor's rather nice location...














We guess the Legion of Honor must be the Louvre's "mini me"















But it has a nice, well-rounded collection,
including this della Robbia



















And a couple Theotokopoulos


















And a Claude Lorrain














A Peter, Paul, and Rubens














Jordaen's Chubby Baby J


















Caravaggio-view of Rodin's Three Shades














And Monet














And Cezanne; and much more; alas, no Bruegel and no
Turner; but there was a Dominichino...















Of course the best thing about California is
13-month-old Penelope, whom we already
miss very much, but whom we'll see again
very shortly in Berlin