Indeed we did. TGV from Paris to the Charente Maritime for Christmas at my sister and brother in laws’. French hospitality: fantastic food, good company, great wine and all very much at ease. Disarming landscapes though, even for winter: very flat, big skies, big fields, empty crane nests and set aside fields.
Les Invalides. The Ronin museum. The Louvre. The D’Orsay. Eighteen miles of walking at least. Back up the Champ Elysses again and again, through the Christmas crowds and Santa Claus on a high wire. The locks on bridges: I don’t quite understand the penchant for combination locks; it seems like a bit of a cop out. Couldn’t you come back and remove it if it all went sour? It’s not as if you’ve thrown the combination in the Seine? I […]