December 30, 2018

Paris 2018. D'Orsay, lunch, Basquiat, Home

I mentioned we got tickets to the Picasso Blue and Rose show that was at the D'Orsay. Well, it was sort of a mess. It took 1/2 hour to get into the museum because of security, and this was with priority tickets. And then the exhibit was really crowded. They allow photos, no flash, but I only took this one. There were tons of people taking hundreds of photos. I just wanted to be in the moment. Oh, and take this photo of Doreen in a Picasso frame.

Very cool:

We relaxed in the D'Orsay (which has rebranded itself as the D'O. Sounds like a Homer Simpson thing to me)

Here we are, taking a break:


Then we walked to a wonderful place for lunch, L'Ami Jean. It is so good! And fun besides. We had the "business lunch" four courses for only €35. Here is the Chef at the pass:


Lots of Gemütlichkeit  in that place.


 This is a typical street scene in Paris.


The next morning we went back to the Hotel de Ville and got tickets to the Basquiat show that was at the Fondation Louis Vitton. We had been to the building before, but it looked much different.


It was quite a show. Much of his art is in private hands, so it must have been quite a deal to pull it all together.


He was a troubled young man.


The grounds has white peacocks.


On our way home, we had lunch on the Rue de Martyrs, a street described in the book, The Only Street in Paris by Elaine Sciolino. A fun read if you like Paris.

Later we walked over to the Galleries Lafayette, the biggest department store in Paris.

It was really crowded!

But it was cool.

For our last dinner in Paris we ate at Chez la Vielle - a new Daniel Rose restaurant. We loved his place Spring, since closed. This was a tiny, tiny place - maybe ten tables. I am never sure how Doreen gets these reservations, but she does. It was great.

Then we walked home past the Louvre, and took in this big old glass piece.

Crazy.

 Then we flew to Washington, DC (IAD) on a 787:


and had a very easy transfer - one of the best I have ever had.

Then we came home on the last leg in a little 737:


The home was welcoming:


and all was right with the world again:


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