No, unfortunately, we didn't attend a cabaret. Next time. It's a must.
But of course I, myself, did some dancing. The wonderful thing about Lindy Hop is that it speaks every language. Of course, a few times there were leaders trying to explain some move or other to me. I nodded politely to their French exclamations and then just tried my best to follow better the next time. Many times, I did confess "Je ne parle pas le français" (which I learned in my handy-dandy Pimsleur French lessons I practiced with in my car). They were always quite nice and switched to English for me.
Le Caveau de la Huechette
I danced a couple times at Le Caveau de la Huechette, a jazz club in the Latin Quarter, which is filled with Jazz clubs. Le Caveau was just a few minutes' walk from our amazingly located apartment. The band and dance floor are in the basement. The building has a history of being used in wartime and during the revolution, including as a prison and torture chamber, as I understand. It is small, dark and hot. Smokin' hot! Fun dancing there.
There ware quite a few regulars, but once they saw I could dance, I didn't want for partners. It was energetic--a blast! I've never spun so much or so fast as I did there. Once I even got some applause when I spun so fast that my toonies showed!
My first night there, two couples came dressed in vintage clothing, and I was a little intimidated. I thought they'd be first on the dance floor and the last to leave, putting on some great moves. But, no. They just sat there watching. All dressed up and no dance to do. Here they are:
Here are a couple videos of the bands that played Le Caveau. I regret I did not take down the bands' names.
I recorded this song because it was one of Annette's faveys when she was little.
Here was the boogie-woogie band that played the other night I went.
It was super crowded the second time and I stayed for just the first set, as it was starting to get dangerous. No Balboa in Paris, apparently!
Dancing on the Seine
Paris has a pretty active swing dance community, and there were several dances in a couple different locations in Paris each week. I chose to dance here, on the banks of the Seine, because again, it was a location that was within walking distance, and it was on the banks. of. the. freaking. Seine.
It was DJ music, and it was pretty good stuff! The dancers were all quite skilled. As I said above, sometimes I didn't quite get something. The language of Lindy is the same, but the dialect is a little different. I had fun.
This was just a section of the area in which we danced. There were hundreds of dancers there. Quite thrilling to dance and to watch.
In the 12 days I was there, I went out dancing 4 or 5 times. I could've gone more often, too! It was great. Next time I'm in Paris, I'll dance every night!
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Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Sunday, May 18, 2014
Paris: Towers
Some tourist highlights of Paris are towers. We visited the biggies.
We visited the Notre Dame Cathedral on our first full day. It is an emotional experience to walk there, one of the most famous and storied cathedrals on Earth. It is beautiful and opulent, as so many European cathedrals are.
We were able to visit one of the towers; the other was undergoing restoration.
It was a long climb up a spiral staircase.
We did not hear the bells, alas.
Still, it was quite a treat. We had a perfect day for city views!
To be upclose and personal to the gargoyles: lovely. It felt like touching history.
And then the long climb down with the lovely Annette!
I had mixed feelings about the Arc de Triomphe. Of course, it is a landmark. And an interesting piece of architecture. The military history is interesting but does not move me. It has great views once you climb the staircase up and up and up.
Another "tower." Our apartment was on the third floor (European style; that's the fourth floor for you and me). No elevator. It was a good workout going up and down every day.
And of course, the Eiffel Tower. We went in the evening. It was beautiful at night, and we got to see the twinkling lights.
We half walked, half elevator'd up the tower. Again, it was just a thrill to be inside one of the most iconic places on Earth.
Annette and I had great laughs, too. I was trying to get selfies (or "samesies" as I called them), and she was photo-bombing me. I laughed until I nearly pee'd my pants. It was great fun.
We visited the Notre Dame Cathedral on our first full day. It is an emotional experience to walk there, one of the most famous and storied cathedrals on Earth. It is beautiful and opulent, as so many European cathedrals are.
We were able to visit one of the towers; the other was undergoing restoration.
It was a long climb up a spiral staircase.
We did not hear the bells, alas.
Still, it was quite a treat. We had a perfect day for city views!
To be upclose and personal to the gargoyles: lovely. It felt like touching history.
And then the long climb down with the lovely Annette!
I had mixed feelings about the Arc de Triomphe. Of course, it is a landmark. And an interesting piece of architecture. The military history is interesting but does not move me. It has great views once you climb the staircase up and up and up.
Another "tower." Our apartment was on the third floor (European style; that's the fourth floor for you and me). No elevator. It was a good workout going up and down every day.
And of course, the Eiffel Tower. We went in the evening. It was beautiful at night, and we got to see the twinkling lights.
We half walked, half elevator'd up the tower. Again, it was just a thrill to be inside one of the most iconic places on Earth.
Annette and I had great laughs, too. I was trying to get selfies (or "samesies" as I called them), and she was photo-bombing me. I laughed until I nearly pee'd my pants. It was great fun.
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Paris: Art
In Paris there is art.
The principle reason for Annette to travel for Paris, and to live there for six weeks, was of course art. She enjoyed much, much more art during the previous four weeks, but she was gracious enough to take me and teach me while I was there.
Before I left, someone asked me, "What is the thing you are looking forward to most?" I answered, the first time that I walk from our apartment to the Louvre."
That day was Friday, August 2. We went again on Monday, August 5.
Our apartment was just half-mile away from the Louvre, just the next bridge down! It was indeed a thrill to put on walking shoes and stroll down to le premier musée du monde, Musée du Louvre.
Photos are ludicrous. There are better images on the internet. and no image matches the experience of standing in front of a masterpiece and taking it in, and taking it in, and taking it in. But, I was there, at the Louvre, two days. And to prove it, here are my images. Go look up better images. Learn about the work. Learn about the artist. And better yet, go to Paris and soak them into your brain!

You can't get very close to La Jaconde (aka The Mona Lisa). The people-watching is interesting! Being in the same room with her is amazing in any case. For all of us 1,290,896 people there!
Of course, we also saw the last of "The Big Three," the Venus de Milo.
I took the above picture because as I walked through the museum, I was impressed that so many artists, both sculptors and painters, glossed over (literally) women's lady parts. This was a piece that was actually close to reality. Of course, The Origin of the World (1866) by Gustave Courbet (at Musée d'Orsay) pushed the boundaries!
A few of my favorites:
The Young Martyr by Paul LaRouche stopped me in my tracks. No photo does it justice.
Tour groups were everywhere. And they were clueless that there were others who wished to view the art.
Learn more about this piece here.
This candelabra, Persian-made, was an amazing piece of metalwork. It was one of my favorite objets d'art in the Louvre. Unfortunately, I can't find more about it. There was a long audio description at the museum, and I thought I'd have no trouble finding it on the site when I got home, but I can't find it. Darn.
From what I remember, it was made of one piece of metal, and all the little duckies on top, as well as the decorations around the base, were pounded out of the metal. There are intricate inlays, as well. It was huge, an amazing work.
There was an installation of Michalanelo Pistoletto, a contemporary artist, throughout the museum. This was my favorite of his, Venus of the Rags.
During the one rainy day we had, we went to Musée d'Orsay. FABULOUS museum. The whole top floor is filled with Impressionist art. Renoir is one of my favorites, ever since I visited The National Gallery of Art in 1975 and fell in love with A Girl with A Watering Can.
And here are some postcards of some of our faveys from both museums.
And here are some of my other favorites from Musée d'Orsay and Musée l'Orangerie.
Bourgereau - L'assaut
Radon - la coquille
Cross - La Chevelure
Cross - Les iles d'or
Gallé - La Main Aux Algues et Aux Coquillages
Morisot - Le Berceau
Manet - vase de pivoines sure piedouche
Bouguerearu - Dante et Virgile
Renoir - Gabrille et Jean
Picasso - L'entreunte
Picasso - Grande Nature Morte
Picasso - Femme au tambourin
I also went out by myself to Musée Rodin one day. I love Rodin. The museum is housed in the artist's own home, and the gardens are beautiful, filled with his work. No photography is allowed inside. Here are some of the works I enjoyed:
Femme-poisson
La mort d'adonis
L'illusion, sœur d’Icare
La défense
Romeo et Juliette
I very much enjoyed sitting by The Thinker in the garden. I got to ponder deeply about some of my fellow Earth Travelers' stories.

I love our species!
The principle reason for Annette to travel for Paris, and to live there for six weeks, was of course art. She enjoyed much, much more art during the previous four weeks, but she was gracious enough to take me and teach me while I was there.
Before I left, someone asked me, "What is the thing you are looking forward to most?" I answered, the first time that I walk from our apartment to the Louvre."
That day was Friday, August 2. We went again on Monday, August 5.
Our apartment was just half-mile away from the Louvre, just the next bridge down! It was indeed a thrill to put on walking shoes and stroll down to le premier musée du monde, Musée du Louvre.
| Photo by Annette |
Photos are ludicrous. There are better images on the internet. and no image matches the experience of standing in front of a masterpiece and taking it in, and taking it in, and taking it in. But, I was there, at the Louvre, two days. And to prove it, here are my images. Go look up better images. Learn about the work. Learn about the artist. And better yet, go to Paris and soak them into your brain!
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| Winged Glory of Samothrace and a sea of humanity |
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| She's also known as Nike of Samothrace |

You can't get very close to La Jaconde (aka The Mona Lisa). The people-watching is interesting! Being in the same room with her is amazing in any case. For all of us 1,290,896 people there!
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| This is as close as I got. Proof. I was feet away from Lisa! |
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| Photo by Annette |
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| Photo by Annette |
I took the above picture because as I walked through the museum, I was impressed that so many artists, both sculptors and painters, glossed over (literally) women's lady parts. This was a piece that was actually close to reality. Of course, The Origin of the World (1866) by Gustave Courbet (at Musée d'Orsay) pushed the boundaries!
A few of my favorites:
The Young Martyr by Paul LaRouche stopped me in my tracks. No photo does it justice.
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| My Princess, crowned |
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| Photo by Annette |
Tour groups were everywhere. And they were clueless that there were others who wished to view the art.
| Somewhere on Facebook or Blogger there is a picture of me taking a picture of Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss. |
Learn more about this piece here.
This candelabra, Persian-made, was an amazing piece of metalwork. It was one of my favorite objets d'art in the Louvre. Unfortunately, I can't find more about it. There was a long audio description at the museum, and I thought I'd have no trouble finding it on the site when I got home, but I can't find it. Darn.
From what I remember, it was made of one piece of metal, and all the little duckies on top, as well as the decorations around the base, were pounded out of the metal. There are intricate inlays, as well. It was huge, an amazing work.
There was an installation of Michalanelo Pistoletto, a contemporary artist, throughout the museum. This was my favorite of his, Venus of the Rags.
During the one rainy day we had, we went to Musée d'Orsay. FABULOUS museum. The whole top floor is filled with Impressionist art. Renoir is one of my favorites, ever since I visited The National Gallery of Art in 1975 and fell in love with A Girl with A Watering Can.
And here are some postcards of some of our faveys from both museums.
On one of the last days, Annette didn't feel well, so I headed out by myself again to l'Orangerie, a small museum of mostly impressionists, and two rooms dedicated to Monet's
large Water Lilies. I gazed and gazed and got lost in them. The more I
sat and gazed, the more amazed I became. It was quite a moving experience.
No pictures to share; no photography allowed, but here is a virtual tour.
And here are some of my other favorites from Musée d'Orsay and Musée l'Orangerie.
Bourgereau - L'assaut
Radon - la coquille
Cross - La Chevelure
Cross - Les iles d'or
Gallé - La Main Aux Algues et Aux Coquillages
Morisot - Le Berceau
Manet - vase de pivoines sure piedouche
Bouguerearu - Dante et Virgile
Renoir - Gabrille et Jean
Picasso - L'entreunte
Picasso - Grande Nature Morte
Picasso - Femme au tambourin
I also went out by myself to Musée Rodin one day. I love Rodin. The museum is housed in the artist's own home, and the gardens are beautiful, filled with his work. No photography is allowed inside. Here are some of the works I enjoyed:
Femme-poisson
La mort d'adonis
L'illusion, sœur d’Icare
La défense
Romeo et Juliette
I very much enjoyed sitting by The Thinker in the garden. I got to ponder deeply about some of my fellow Earth Travelers' stories.

I love our species!
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