This past week has been something of a blur. First we recovered from the Patromoine, since we knocked ourselves out getting to six venues in the two days. Tuesday into Wednesday we hosted cousin Katy and her husband Sean and son Daniel for a lightening visit of less than 24 hours.
While Tom took a French lesson, I walked through St. Pierre Abbey Church at the top of the hill in Montmartre, practically in the shadow of Sacre Coeur. It is one of the oldest churches in Paris, yet has a very modern and lovely glowing altar.
Tom and I walked through an area of the 13th Arrondissement which included two clusters of very small houses amid the multi-story apartment buildings and busy streets,
We figured the owner of this one measured his car with a measuring tape before they bnought the car-- not more than an inch of extra space in this driveway!
We also spent a very special afternoon at the Jacquemart-Andre Museum, described as an "upper-middle class home" of its time. We had a lovely lunch in the tearoom, and walked through the rooms of the house, which we had seen before. But the highlight and the reason for our visit was a show of Canaletto and Guardi paintings of Venice. Tom described it as a whole meal of fudge. Delicious, fun, and ultimately exhausting. Sadly, not many photos of the exterior because of rain, and no photos of the interior because of rules.
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