Scenes From Diverse Walks, 4

Another day we walked through the park to the other side, principally to explore the streets around the Pantheon but also to get a photo of me sitting on the steps of St. Etienne du Mont, waiting for that 1928 Peugeot. One thing led to another, as it always does, and we ended up on rue Mouffetarde, looking at a vide grenier (neighborhood feal market).

Every day something new pops up about the Olympics...here in
Luxembourg Garden the line is already 30 or 40 persons long, waiting
to snap a shot...

For several hundred feet along the park grill, the Senat permits 
photographic exhibits, very large and very high quality, this one
urging that all the great sights in the world, or their equivalents,
can be seen in France...this one Tibet, in France, the Alps

As far as the eye can see...Google "Allieurs en France" Luxembourg
and you will find many sites displaying these pix

Romania...in l'Aude

Texas...en le Gard

Capadoccia....in the valley of Durance

Thailand...in l'Aude

Wulingyuan...in Corsica; all of it reminding me of a conversation I had early
in our motor-homing in Europe, asking a French campeur why we so seldom saw
French RVs in other countries..."Why would you leave France?" he answered

At the bandstand, a mixed choir is performing "Dancing Queen";
and in English too

Until a pigeon landed, it took us a while to figure this out

The Pantheon, national shrine, visited in 2014

On a nearby government building...keep out

The church of St. Etienne du Mont...it really is high ground
here; note minaret-looking adjunct to the tower

Waiting for Godot...wait, no...waiting for that 1928 Peugeot that 
will take me to the Golden Age..."get in, get in!" "drink up, drink up!"
if you don't love Midnight in Paris you can't be my friend

No block in Paris has 90 degree corners; consequently
there are lots of flatiron buildings

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Lots of giant murals too

It would be worth noting that the great poet Verlaine

died in this building; but, Hemingway lived here from 1921

to 1925; those would be the years of The Paris Wife, a wonderful

historical novel by Paula McLain I read a few years ago

Thus

Down the street, a beautiful art nouveau

We did rue Mouffetarde last year and were not impressed;
totally touristy and block after block of cheap lousy food

But somewhere in the vicinity of rue Monge, a big open flea market
appeared and consumed the rest of our exploration