Pere Lachaise Cemetery

The weather was sunny Monday so we took advantage of the little bit of sunshine and went back to the Pere Lachaise Cemetery. Lovely mums lined the entrance walk. We stopped by most of  the “famous but dead” sites.

Jim Morrison

Oscar Wilde

They had to put up a plexiglass wall to keep people from “kissing” the monument.

Heloise and Abelard, Oldest Residents in Pere Lachaise

Frederic Chopin (1810-1849) This place had the most flowers of all and we saw people bringing more remembrances as we were leaving.

Edith Piaf (1915-1963)

I took a lot of pictures of the family mausoleums. Each door is unique.

I  thought of these as Doors to Eternity.

I hope you have enjoyed the tour of Pere Lachaise Cemetery. This cemetery is the most visited cemetery in the world…according to the Internet… so I know it is true.

There are a lot of people in Paris

And we joined about 1 million of them Sunday at the Christmas Market on the Champs-Elysees.This market was huge….while it was fun, loud, and exciting it was too commercial for us. Nothing is as good as a real old-fashioned Christmas Market in Germany. Maybe next year.

They had all sorts of items for sale. We looked at a lot and bought a few small things for gifts. Food was VERY popular along with hot mulled wine.

Beautiful handmade soap. Smelled wonderful!

There were fun activities for the children. Ice skating, slides, trampolines and photos with Pere Noel.

On the way to the market we stopped at the Renault showroom and cafe to look at cars. They have such beautiful cars along with some tiny little smart cars. They need small cars in order to find a parking place!

Another day done….more to come.






Satruday Outing = new friends & shopping fun

We started the day with a ride on the Metro to The American Church in Paris. we stopped at a small park to admire the yellow trees. It seems like all tress turn yellow. We have not seen red or orange yet. So glad we don’t have to rake leaves this year!

This car is for our grandson, Tyler. He LOVES My Little Pony and the Magic of Friendship.

The church as holding a Market to support their Mission’s. We did a little Christmas shopping but left behind the €100 scarves. But I sure wanted one….

We picked up lunch at a grocery store – not the best decision but the chips were tasty. Next we headed to Puces St. Ouen, flea market, one of the largest flea  markets in the world. We met our friends, Michel et Marie Veisseyre.

From Rick Steves:

Paris Flea Markets:
Paris hosts several sprawling weekend flea markets (marche aux puces; literally translated, since puce is French for flea). These oversized garage sales date back to the Middle Ages, when middle-men sold old, flea-infested clothes and discarded possessions of the wealthy at bargain prices to eager peasants.  Puces St. Ouen (the flea market at Porte de Clignancourt) is the biggest and oldest of them all, with over 2,000 vendors selling everything from flamingos to faucets.

Chez Louisette, the original (and only) cafe within the Puces St. Ouen, dates back to 1911.  There we enjoyed  hot chocolate and Beaujolais Nouveau while listening to a later day Edith Piaf belt out vintage French chansons with accordian and keyboard backup.

Another fun day finished off by soup, sandwiches, and wine at home.

Petey was glad to see us when we returned!

Happy “B” Day

Yesterday Faye and Robert went museum hopping. I stayed home to rest because I have a cold.

They visited Musee dÓrsay and Monet’s Water Lilies at the lÓrangerie.

  A walk across the Pont de Solferino bridge gave the a view of all the “love locks.” Lovers place these locks on the bridge with their name and date of how long they have been together.

A quick trip to the garden book store and Faye scored some note cards.

This ferris wheel is at the Concorde but is it not operational yet.You can see the obelisk in the background.

Thursday was “B”day.

Beginning one minute after midnight on the third Thursday of November and running through mid-December, Paris welcomes the arrival of the Beaujolais Nouveau with uncharacteristic enthusiasm for such a controlled people. The fresh, fruity wine is rushed from vineyards a bit north of Lyon direct to Paris, where wine bars and most cafés serve it happily and buzz with news of the latest vintage. The first 24 hours is the most fun and raucous, and it’s easy to join the party if you don’t mind elbowing your way to the comptoir for un verre. Cafés and bistros continue the celebration for weeks, many offering dishes with a glass of the Beaujolais Nouveau.
Beaujolais nouveau has arrived! Who wants the first sip?

Faye and I went out on our own today and visited the St. Germain-des-Pres Church. We enjoyed French Onion soup at the Café de Flore. This is in an expensive area of town so we just window “licked ” – what the French call window shopping.

Saturday we are going to the American Church in Paris Christmas market and the Flea Market!