My husband and I spent a wonderful two weeks in Paris in February of this year. It wasn’t easy getting there, due to the snowstorms that plagued the Washington D.C. area last month. We were scheduled to leave Hartford for a hop down to D.C., then make a connection to Paris. We’ve made many a long trip in February over the past ten years, and not once has the weather interfered. But this time, we were rerouted to Chicago, where we had what we thought would be an eight hour layover. It was snowing lightly when we arrived. By 6:30 PM, however, the snow was really heavy. We boarded on time, then spent the next four hours taxiing around the runways, being de-iced, being refueled, and being nervous. Really nervous. Long story short, we took off at 11:00 PM. The rest of the flight couldn’t have been smoother.
Our first week in Paris was exceedingly cold, with continual snow flurries. The Parisians were more bothered than we were. The temps moderated during the second week. We spent some days walking the city. We’ve been there several times before, and were visiting sites off the tourist trail. Some days we took the train to other cities to visit medieval cathedrals, a special interest of mine. In this article, I’m posting photos taken in Paris itself. Hope you enjoy them.
Boulevard S. Michel, site of many a local protest. This one had something to do with the rights of immigrants from the middle East.
Cake, I mean garden, at Musee Carnavalet, dusted with snow. This museum highlights Paris history, and was once the residence of Madame
Collection of commercial signs from old Paris, mostly iron.
Rodin’s The Thinker, in the garden of the Rodin Museum. The Eiffel Tower is barely visible through the mist.
More of the garden.
The infamous “Rose Line” from Da Vinci Code, at S. Sulpice. The church didn’t used to get all that many visitors, but they do now. The placards along the right wall do their best to debunk the movie.
Checking out the well at Musee du Moyen Age, my favorite museum in Paris.
La Defense. There’s more to Paris than its icons.
Chateau Malmaison, where Josephine retired after her divorce from Napoleon.
Speaks for itself.
Tuileries. You can just make out the Odelisque and the Arc de Triomphe in the background.
Impromptu Sunday morning dance at the foot of Rue Mouffetard. The vocalist is under the umbrella.
This should give you a flavor of our trip. We had such a good time………..