Cold and chilly Melbourne is only another four days away. We have been spoilt with our stay in Paris to date with days in the mid to high 20s and we are yet to eat a meal indoors. This superb apartment has an outdoor garden where we eat. Tonight is still in the low 20s at 11.00 pm. I just
walked Ashley, my son’s girlfriend home while wheeling my bike to ride home afterwards. I don’t believe this city with its attitude towards cyclists - so different to home. It truly is a cycling city.But more of that later.
The previous day started with a walk thru the Du Pere Lachaise Cemetiere not far from our apartment. We were told by a very proud Frenchman
who accosted us and took us on a small walk that this cemetery was actually larger than Monaco, and it seemed so by the amount of times we walked up and down and between graves, looking for famous people (and got lost).Oscar Wilde’s tombstone was the most bizarre of all. Sculptured in an art deco style, it has hundreds of lipstick kisses on it by over enthusiastic fans. There are grave sites with wonderful sculptures that would take pride of place in any museum and there are grave sites long forgotten, yet require a moment in time to gaze upon.
Being a public holiday in France, my cycling friend Leigh took me to the Bois de Vincennes
parklands to do a few laps (or more) and meet other cyclist who train there. A little tired from the 60K ride, I hopped in the shower then had a kip before getting ready to meet up with Leigh and Sophie for drinks and dinner.We love our little garden here but to experience their sixth floor apartment not far from our place was a privilege.
A glass of wine and several French cheeses while viewing the Paris skyline, Eiffel Tower, etc in the late afternoon sun will be remembered for many long years.
Tomorrow we are off to the Paris Opera House, and the Marais district.
