I like these guys. A friend and I stopped here and ordered fallafels and frites. They handed me a bag and we took off back to the apartment. In the bag were only fries. Off I went back. Huge line when I got there. Went to the front of the line and the guy taking orders said, “Why did you leave without your fallafels? I was running after you but you didn’t hear me.” They made up fresh ones and off I went. Delicious dinner.
This was my second time at L’Orangerie. The first time, I was overawed by the Monets that I didn’t realize that there was much more upstairs. Oops. This time, there was a wonderful cubist exhibit.
The guard here had her head down like she was dozing. There must have been two dozen people pointing their smartphones at the Monets. Several times, I was photographing people looking at paintings through their smartphones and not looking up.
This is the Seine in the heart of Paris the day before Easter. The hordes of those pesky tourist have already started piling in. Was really surprised to see this view of calm.
I really didn’t want to go to the Eiffel Tower on March 14. But, I had read that there was to be a “race” of vintage cars starting there. There was no sign of them. I saw some convertible Jags with union jacks covering them which were a tour company. The drivers had no idea what I was talking about. So, here I was.