One of the enormous clocks in the Musee d’Orsay that hearken back to the building’s days as a train station. The d’Orsay was easily one of my favorite places in Paris. It has great accessibility and a tremendously helpful staff. People with disabilities and one companion also receive free admission.
Every night, a group of young people play with fire on the plaza in front of Notre Dame. I developed a bit of a crush on one dreadlocked young woman who was especially talented. She could etch hieroglyphs of flame around her body for minutes on end.
I had to fight my way through throngs of Japanese tourists brandishing cameras like ritualistic weapons, but it was worth it to get this view of the Mona Lisa at the Louvre.
The Montmartre district sits on a hill, offering some spectacular views of the rest of Paris.
Looking down from the Eiffel Tower at Les Invalides.
A street artist in Montmartre convinced me to give her twenty euros to do a sketch of me. The final result was someone much more handsome than myself.
No explanation needed, I’m sure. I went up to the second floor, but I was a little disappointed that I couldn’t see over some of the railings.
I wasn’t able to get inside, as I did with Notre Dame, but the view from outside was sufficiently impressive.
This, of course, is Whistler’s Mother at the Musee d’Orsay. My nurse thought my pose was rather amusing.
The Notre Dame cathedral was a ten-minute walk from my hotel.
