(You know what this is!)
"I think, therefore I............................think."
(I THINK that's what Descartes MEANT to say.)
'Cause, I AM without thinking. ;-) (P.S.- My face
is a bag of wrinkles here. I look a-hundred-and-ten.")
Written in stone (then cast in bronze.)
( . )
One of three Van Gogh's at The Rodin Museum.
(And, a scary bald art enthusiast.)
a Montmartre Street. Maison Rose Restaurant on the corner.
a Montmartre Street.
The Museum Montmartre. The fascinating history. LaTrec,
Picasso, Van Gogh, Renoir, Modigliani, and so many others,
all living and working here at THE SAME TIME! Cabaret
was born in Montmartre at Le Chat Noir. The museum is
housed in the oldest house in Montmartre, and The Lapin
Agile, the cabaret where Picasso and fellow artists hung out,
can be seen from the back windows.
I went BACK to the place where Vincent and
Theo Van Gogh lived (1886-1889) 54 rue Lepic.
THIS time I remembered my camera! The door
was OPEN...but I didn't go in.
Yup! There really ARE Accordion players
in the street and subway! I've seen a bunch.
Walking over the Seine (on a bridge...not on water)
approaching Effiel. Excited!!!
It goes UP!
On the ground ("inside it.") It's one of those experiences
where one is way more impressed (by it's grandiosity) than
one had imagined being. The thing is MASSIVE!!!
Me on the TOP of the Eiffel Tower!
There are Paris and The Seine below.
On the way up, in the glass elevator, I had forgotten my
slight fear of heights, I couldn't decide whether I should
pass-out or throw-up. I ended up doing neither (thank God.)
Heading "home" with my bag of French Fires.
A deserted Metro Station at Midnight.
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