Opéra: Fancy building that is art in and of itself.
Chagall rules the ceiling. Rightly or wrongly… (wrongly)
Beautiful boxes. Terrible view of the stage.
The ceiling of the intermission room is almost as impressive as, well, the intermission room.
See what I mean?
So, that was fantastic. Then, this morning, I had a beautiful breakfast, an interesting course, and worked at ISEP. All morning long! Naturally, we had to break with a crêpe lunch! I had a tasty banana crêpe, but my friend had an egg-chess crêpe that I will have to try next time!
Banana crêpes are good, but not as good as nutella!
Oeuf-Fromage…délicieux
It wasn't until 14h30, when my friends had class, that I set off on a walk to the Grand Palais, where I visited the Haiti exhibit just before it closed. There were some cool things, but in general, it wasn't my favorite. That is not to say I am not extremely glad I went. I am just even more glad it didn't cost me anything!
The walk was the most worthwhile part. It was a gorgeous day. I wore my shirtsleeves (and, after I found a chin-up bar by the Seine that I couldn't resist and, consequently, became quite hot, my rolled-up shirtsleeves!), and appreciated the sunlight.
Example of oeuvres from the expo.
It's amazing how huge pillars can make people feel tiny!
The Petit Palais in the sunlight.
Yes, there are trees in Paris. And sunlight!
In fact, the trees grow sideways in Paris...
Here is your friend, the Tour Eiffel!
The top of the Grand Palais, from across the street.
Pont Alexandre III and Les Invalides. A beautiful day.
After working for a while long, we were lucky enough to see the beautiful sky between day and night.
Montparnasse, la nuit
And that is my Thursday. Well, not all of it. I came home to a delightful dinner that started with charcuterie and cornichons, moved into raviolis with tomatoes and mozzarella and olives, then salad (yes, real green, healthy stuff!), and then some fromage and a greek yogurt.
Then work, of course, until I left to meet my friend on Champs Elysées for a walk at 23h. It is good for the health to do things like that, or at least it is good for the procrastination muscle.
Having recently returned from said walk, I can only conclude that it is bed time!
Ah, the naif... The whole point of opera boxes is to have a bad view of the stage. They need to have a good view of each other, of course. How else to display the latest in couture and the conspicuous jewels to one's rivals?
ReplyDeletePlease show us some pictures of trees with leaves; I'm beginning to think that all of the flora is dead in Paris, even the sideways flora.