the kind that make you float oh so gently. Reims at the top the champagne district is where I started this adventure, and it was all up from there, or rathe
r down into the limestone caves that house millions, yes millions of bottles of that lovely, sparkling, yeasty beverage, the fountain an indication of things to come. Notwithsatnding that it was 1st May, a day sacrosanct in this part of my lil world, and explains all the people
sellin
g the little bunches of lily of the valley, there were a few champagne houses open to the likes of
moi. So after descending 10 +
metres underground where the mean temp is 10 degrees celsius, the world of champagne making, bottling and storing opened up... well some behind bars, and what wasn't went down my throat oh so easily.
I drank it on its own, with duck, with oysters,
a weird kind of fried tapas and a calzone having an identity crisis - ham, cheese, onions, chorizo and an egg, was that breakfast or lunch. with guiness in an Irish pub, (they really are everywhere), but didn't drink it in church, just lit
drunken candles for the dear departed. Sad to
come down to the cold reality of cloud, rain but then the rainbow took me up again
inspired by kit and anji, we did eat and drink to our hearts true content
from cafes to picnics to bars .....des maccarons, des cornichons
a welcome home degustation at chez barbette,
snails and beacoup d'agneau....
of all art it is the most tactile and diverse i have seen.. from day one the most amazing pieces in public spaces, galeries, markets and gardens and even cimetieres, 
a toppling queen, shadows and light, 
evocative reminders of war is bad,
friend and the built environment - things that makes you go uh...
at work which always seems to be so measured and precise, with much moving of arms
in the bois de bologne, (my swan was pretending to be shy) a very beautiful central park in the not so central south west of Paris, 
most of the pics are around lac Inférieur, didn't even see Supérieur, which is inexplicably smaller.
the nightlife there can
be not quite so 
charming - the house boats were just before the park in a quieter part of the seine
r down into the limestone caves that house millions, yes millions of bottles of that lovely, sparkling, yeasty beverage, the fountain an indication of things to come. Notwithsatnding that it was 1st May, a day sacrosanct in this part of my lil world, and explains all the people 
sellin
g the little bunches of lily of the valley, there were a few champagne houses open to the likes of 
moi. So after descending 10 + 
metres underground where the mean temp is 10 degrees celsius, the world of champagne making, bottling and storing opened up... well some behind bars, and what wasn't went down my throat oh so easily.
I drank it on its own, with duck, with oysters, 
a weird kind of fried tapas and a calzone having an identity crisis - ham, cheese, onions, chorizo and an egg, was that breakfast or lunch. with guiness in an Irish pub, (they really are everywhere), but didn't drink it in church, just lit 
drunken candles for the dear departed. Sad to 
come down to the cold reality of cloud, rain but then the rainbow took me up again
