Easter Monday

I know nothing about this exhibition at the Ecole des Beaux Arts, but boy do I not agree.

My mood is reflected more by this bike parked in the window of a decorating shop.  Yesterday we walked a wide circle around Paris, first from Saint Germain des Prés to Boulevard Haussmann to see the exhibition of paintings by Gustave Caillebotte and photos by his brother Martial at the Musée Jacquemart-André.  We loved the paintings, virtually all of which came from private collections and were thus ones we might never get to see again.  The photos, while interesting in the context of family and history, were not particularly thrilling to view.

(Neither are the ones I took during the day, or at least that's what my software seems to think, since it won't let me post any of them.)

A walk over to rue Montorgueil to find an open restaurant on this holiday brought us finally to a place that claims never to close, Au Pied de Cochon.  After a mediocre meal and a final walk across the river on the Pont des Arts, which, like the quais, was jammed with groups sitting on blankets, chatting and drinking from bottles of wine, we arrived back home, having circled the center of the city.