So the overnight train without a bunk really wiped me out. I never want to see the train station in Dortmund Germany at 2 am ever again… but Berlin was great, pictures coming soon. Here are some of my favorite things to drink in Berlin: Bionade (organic fizzy Brittish lemondate type drink, but German), Schwepps Bitter Lemon, Caprihinias (especially at Tante Horst, a new collectively run bar on Orienstrasse 45 in Kreuzberg, which everyone should go check out, they are opening officially on the 13th, but opened special for a night for Ladyfest Berlin).
BCBG?
So I did a little shopping and struck a silly pose on one of the bridges over the Canal de St. Martin, if you know you are silly you might as well revel in it! Leaving for Berliln tonight, so I am not sure when I will get to update again…
Canal de St. Martin
G. and I probably walked through 10 different neighborhoods on Saturday, which promted this photos taking some repose on the arguably trendy Canal de St. Martin. Despite it’s bougie surroundings, it is probably one of my favorite places in Paris.
Coco Chanel by Marie Laurencin
A paitner I had never heard of, a woman of course, a contemporary of Picasso, she had her own little room at the Orangerie Museum and I was so taken by her work, lots of greys and roses and blues, the paintings all had women and dogs in the them, a comment on ladies nature? But of course she is not as rememebered as all those other modnerist dudes, even if her paintings are way more interesting.
Orangerie Museum
I finally got to see Monet’s waterlillies in person and also sme impressionist work, though I loved these window most of all.
Jardins De Luxembourg
I love the chairs set out in public gardens in Paris. The perfect place to hang out and write postcards to my family.
Café Flor
Where the existentialists hung out, it seemed like a great place to write a letter to S, who loves Simone de Beauvoir. The cafe crème was excellent, if pricey.
Monmartre
Okay, all cheesy Amelie references aside and despite the fact that my sister and G. shake their heads when I mention Monmartre, I was really happy when another friend G. took me to a neighborhood bar in Monmartre. It was sweet and friendly and we sat outside and chatted with people at neighboring taables and drank red wine with bread and cheese because we were “obligated” said G. I hope to return.
View of Sacre Couer
How very parisian. This was taken from the 6th floor of the Centre Pompidou (see review of show below). This is one of about 20 photos I have taken of Paris rooftops. I am obcessed.
Butes Chaumont
Last Sunday we had a lovely picnic in the parc butes chaumont. It was really steep and we kept sliding down the hill as we tried to eat our lunch. K. and G. decided to try to roll down the hill, though the grass looked too dry and potentially hurtful for wimpy met to give it a try. We encouraged some small children to try it as their mother’s were ignoring them sunbathing. Are we a bad influence?
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