From This Side of the Atlantic

 

Almost three weeks ago in Paris

Sunday, three weeks ago, I was in Paris and I took this picture. It's a park near my hotel and on the left is the Church of Saint Sulpice. It's a quiet residential area of Paris. Yes, there are tourists -- I was one -- but it's perfectly located to be far from the bustle and yet, just a half hour from Notre Dame. 

I am sadly remiss in sharing my Paris pictures. After I blogged last Saturday I started a post about my visit to the Musee d'Orsay, the Impressionist museum. I didn't finish it the day I began it, nor the next. Usually when that happens I leave the post as a draft and start a new post. I find that's the universe's way of saying, move on. But I didn't do that. I returned each day and stared at my post. I've now attempted to complete the post six times and the universe said, "Buttercup, move on." 

So I've moved on, with a picture of Paris -- perhaps, my favorite -- and a painting (below) from the d'Orsay, which may be my favorite from this visit. It's somewhat of a surprise that I'm home almost three weeks -- at least a week was lost to jetlag -- and spring is beginning to slip into summer in New York. 

The pace has picked up from the jet laggy first week back in New York. I've been to the dentist, several visits to Weight Watchers, desperately needed after beaucoup des croissants, and walks in Central and Riverside Parks. 

I'm beyond grateful that I was able to do  the trip to Paris, financially and in energy and ability. It's not something I take lightly. What a gift!

Now on to the rest of 2024. There's a long awaited wedding in Maine, a special birthday celebration for a dear work friend and a return to Wildwood, NJ for another Baby Yoda weekend. 

Before I close this long overdue post, The Cradle, painted by Berthe Morisot:

As ever, thanks for visiting and wishes for a great week!