Paris Samedi

Rain blowing a storm outside the pub as we talked to a young aussie engineer. After a golden day with new vetements for Pony girl and new hair for us both. The young woman who couped my hair had been to Alice Springs and was concerned about the plight of Aborigines and where I stood. She was glad to hear of a female presidente.

The garbage magically removed itself by the time we tool to the streets in a cold wind under weak sunshine.
Laundry coin op to wash everything.
The Pompidou again to revisit Henri Laurens buried here in Montparnasse and the wonderful Juan Gris (s).
Funny how Juan Gris was making 2 dimensions into 3 and Laurens 3 into 2. His sculptures still have a back and a front to my mind even though the display at the pompidou is very generous with its showcasing.  Lunch a slice of Italian pizza and peroni standing with the girl from Ravenna.

We've taken on the hotel du parc for the week or so before Senegal and they seem open to the idea of storing the packed bikes in their cave for the 3 weeks we are away. This combined with our return of camping gear has left us travelling light so new fashion items were called for to warm the cockles.

We will still ride on fine days to visit Versailles  or Fontainbleu and around the city to visit La Chaisse and the Trocadero. The limitless musee are all sanctuaries in the rain, and the steep streets of Montmatre also call...