No trip to Paris is complete without a visit to the Musee D'Orsay, where the Impressionist paintings reside.
Yesterday I went with my mother. Now, it's a smart move to go with a sweet little old lady who carries a cane - they moved us to the front of the long line of people waiting to get in.
The museum has a first level with a Rodin section, then you go up about six flights of steps to find the Impressionists. Now, we were lucky because, thanks to Mom, we got to use the secret lift. On the top floor, it was just heaven. We both love the French Impressionists and felt like we were dropping in on some dear old friends. Here is a picture of my mother greeting her favorite Cezaane subject, his uncle, Dominique Aubert - this time painted as a lawyer.
Then we crossed the river to the Right Bank to revisit the area where she and my Dad used to stay when they came to Paris. The old Hotel St. Romaine has been renovated and is now part of a big chain. We got totally lost looking for the bus stop home, but hey!
We're not lost! We're in Paris!
And then, it became totally clear! On Place Collette, there was a string ensemble playing Pachelbel's Canon! Oh! My! God! It was so beautiful! Then they did a little Ravel number. It was a bunch of kids, probably conservatory students, playing their hearts out. And I am so, glad that we took a "wrong" turn.
So now I'm about to set off in search of vintage Chanel, and I have some leads to some reputable dealers near the apartment.