Dimanche a Paris

Ruckus outside. What could it be?

Just a slew of rollerbladers and their police escort cruising down rue CB.

Convinced Chad to get out of the house and out to Parc St. Cloud. Perched at the edge of Paris beyond the periph.


Where Chad works, lundi au vendredi.

Me and my new very French Longchamp purse. You are right, P. The purse every woman carries in France.

Parc St. Cloud is the old grounds for the chateau St. Cloud. While the chateau is no more, the grounds are outstanding. Loads of stacked terrasses (belvederes en francais) give you varying views of the park, Paris and the river. And for free. My favorite price.





We walked and walked, and climbed the stairs. Good leg workout. We returned to have dinner at Chez Nickell with the cat. Excellent way to not leave Paris but see something awesome and at no cost. Still on the list: Sceaux, Malmaison, Breteuil, and Fountainebleu.
We have guests coming from London on the train this week. Looking forward to having company. It has been almost 6 weeks since the last guest came and went. Speaking english and sending them out to venture in the city of Lights.