Riding over Henri IV's bridge we saw a bike shop and emerged E 150's less later but with Pony's light windprroof top the one I've been waiting for for years now finally on her back.
Then the Petit Palais after a walk in the Tuileries I'am always disappointed by the public sculpture and today proved no less so.
The portrait of Sarah Bernhardt made me realize what Berlioz was on about...Carrier B? made direct references with greyhounds which were overt to say the least. Then a brilliantly enigmatic and mona lisa smiling Voltaire by Houdin..really beautiful and touching portrait. I shall toast Houdin very soon.
Gustave Dore with his miles and miles of canvas covered with suffering souls prepared me for Rodin's and Dantes' Portes D'Enfer. Rodin has his own rose and a pretty tea thing tis too. A beer in the autumnal jardine soothed and the finale as we left having a gracious entree with the ICOM carte was Rodin's tribute to Victor Hugo. A fine trio. Hugo ignoring the advice of his duo of muses who are sad at his resistance to their whiles...his fingers outstretched like a bricklayer......... brilliant men both and much admired by society round here...
Burst home on the bikes via the PO in the building with the fastest elevators in Europe to Pakistani Kashmir dinner and bed. we are again so lucky to have this glorious opportunity to be amongst the treasures of centuries and the heroes and heroines of france.....
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