PhotoBlogging in Paris

I didn't come across many sunflowers this year, but thought you might like this lotus flower for a change.

Lotus flowers symbolize rebirth, and I like to think that your recent experience with your new hip is a bit of a rebirth as walking without pain must feel like being reborn.
So, many happy returns, Millie!

You too, can go and wish Millie a happy birthday on her blog,

I took this photo at beautiful Bodnant Gardens in Wales. His face made me laugh and when I looked at the photo on my computer, I discovered that he had "wrinkles" so-to-speak on his weathered face.

At our first B & B, located near Chester, a convenient location that allowed us to visit Northern Wales and Cheshire, our landlady had a collection of straw hats in the entrance… and quite a few umbrellas, which proved to be very useful!

From the XVIIth century to yesterday, not much has changed in the gardens at Vaux-le-Vicomte. This photo was taken from the top of the castle and when we looked at old prints representing the gardens, they looked pretty much the same. Personally, I am keener on English gardens but I have to admit that Vaux-le-Vicomte is a masterpiece in its own way.

More photos of the castle and the park here

No, just a piece of an armory at Musée de La Guerre at Invalides. But didn't men always see themselves as good-looking models? 

Jardin du Luxembourg is one of my favourite places in Paris and I have taken hundreds of photographs there in every season. I particularly like spring as green is my favourite colour. The other day, I noticed this statue for the first time, and yet, I have visited this particular area of the gardens lots of times. 

Here he was, lurking among the flowers. It looked as if he had caught sight of me trying to get a photo of him. I did look to the plaque beneath the statue, but I should have taken a photo, because I don't remember his name. A poet I think.

It seems that today, there's an "important" rugby match in Paris, the final of some rugby competition I don't even know the name of.

I am not a rugby fan at all. I must admit that sports bore me beyond expression, but as I was walking up Champs-Elysées this afternoon, thinking I would get myself some Nespresso capsules -little did I expect the long lines at the store- I saw this guy and asked him if I could photograph his stockings. Very kindly, he turned around and took the pose. It was only a few minutes ago that I noticed the colour of his trainers. LOL
Still I must admit that all those supporters were quite nice and didn't mind having their photos taken!