Kristen and Mike went off the enjoy the view from the top of Montmartre and then tour the original opera house (of Phantom fame). Jerry and I wanted to make sure we’d hit as many cafes as we could. We stopped at a convenient sidewalk cafe for breakfast, and then realized that we had stumbled upon an Art Nouveau marvel. The doors were of sinuous wood and curvy beveled glass. The ceiling was elaborately painted in a pastel scene. We slowed down after that and noticed rich enamel panels, quaint signs, intricate tiles, and detailed mosaics in otherwise unassuming businesses. We stopped various places for sandwiches, tarts, coffee, and ice cream.
We also visited the colorful marketplace we had sought yesterday. Then we went to the Picasso Museum. I was impressed with the variety of styles and media he used. Jerry made a valiant effort to get into it, but really would rather have gone back to the Impressionists at the Orsay.
It’s been a fun trip. We hate to go, but the weather is about to get even hotter (ugh!) and the air traffic controllers are going on strike on Thursday. Au revoir, Paris.