| Paris Encore 2006 Middle Age...and then some... 12/30/2006 |
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| We went to the Cluny Museum today, the
museum of The Middle Ages. We have been there before, therefore there
are not may pictures of the place. This time we just drank it in.
We seem to be doing a lot of that this time through. Drinking it in.
The Cluny is such a step back in life. Old stuff, not much pretense
for art. Lots of Dead Jesus, and Baby Jesus and The Head of the
Baptist. And a whole lot of portraits of kings, popes, priests,
patrons and their families. There is a ton of crumbling sculptures,
things that were never meant to be seen by folks in the 21st century.
But we bear witness. People did live in those years. They carved
combs, sometimes taking months to carve a simple tool to untangle
hair. We did get a picture of Ron, our A.D.D. son-in-law that we
cherish. He is the guy holding up his finger. Really, my guess
is that the guy is none other than the Son Of God, but Ron always poses in
his tourist shots with one finger raised. His signature pose.
This guy is getting "cool" down to an art form, I think it is in preparation
to pass it along to his heir. We grabbed lunch at the same Italian Restaurant that we had a tempestuous dinner with Meg & Ron. It was raining. We stopped at Shakespeare & Co. bookstore to stock up on history and stuff. The rain had driven the tourists into the literary Mecca. That is an interesting place. If you know the history, you know that the people that work there, often live there, sleeping on the shelves, and stowing their lives into back packs and stuffing them in cubby-holes that are out of the way upstairs. We saw a documentary on it and the eccentric George Whitman and all the kids that find their way to his doorstep. It is a Must-See kind of place if you can string a noun and a verb together in English. And then, 63 euros later, we went back into the rain. Then we got lazy, as if we were ever really ambitious. Marsha made a great attempt at making French onion soup, quiche and crepes. The last two were from the frozen food case, and the first was a packaged affair with all of our stale old French bread thrown in with melted cheese. We were doing a load of laundry at the time. Did you know... if you run the combination washer/dryer, the convection-microwave oven and BOTH stove top burners at the same... you will blow out the MASTER CIRCUIT in the apartment? We didn't either. Imagine our surprise. Two years in a row and we cant seem to figure out how not to blow circuits and fuses. Luckily this was a simple master Circuit breaker that just popped right back in. Then we rearranged the cooking priorities. There was some rosé wine that we drank in as if it were the city itself. I went out walking again. I got some
video tape of the night life in the Quatier Latin. Ver busy on a
Saturday night. I walked across le Petit Pont to the islands and all
the way over to le Rive Droit. I dont spend as mch time on the right
bank of the seine. I did get some photos of a store that sells musical
instruments. They look to be old instruments. Probably ones that
were rented by Chopin;s parents to figure out if he should continue with the
music lessons in public school. |