Wednesday, August 23
Tom has been seeing these Barbara billboards all over town, but yesterday was the first time I noticed one.
There was some kind of travelling cow exhibition in
Lida riding the swan? Atop the Swiss Life building across from the Square Louis XVI.
Yesterday was a dull day because we had to work, but at the end of the day we had to take the work to the Federal Express office in the 8th arrondissement. Wasting no time, we took the number 8 métro to the impressive Place de la Madeleine. Skirting around the church at Madeleine, we turned the corner at the very busy boulevard Haussmann (where a couple of the grand magasins are located, Le Printemps and Galeries Lafayette) and found our FedEx place.
I expected the
place to be busy and we would just complete the forms and present our package
at the counter as we have done before.
But the place was not busy when we entered, and one of the two clerks
there said it would be much better if we worked with her to have the form
completed on the computer, rather than by hand. Although I am sure that Federal Express
office workers in
went off, with its neatly computer-typed paperwork, and landed safely at its
destination in a mail room in
After the Federal Express experience, we decided to walk the long walk home. Going on down the boulevard Haussmann, we reached the Square Louis XVI, where one Louis had a predecessor Louis and Marie Antoinette re-buried twenty years after their beheadings. It is a lovely if somber square, and we needed to rest there because Tom’s foot was hurting.
We went on down the boulevard Haussmann until we reached the Place Saint Augustin, where of course we visited the Saint Augustin church. Then onward down the rue la Boetie, to the Saint Phillippe de Roule church. All along this way, at the métro stops along the rue la Boetie, there were a number of police stationed, with paddy wagons nearby. They were obviously expecting some kind of disturbance, but as far as I can tell, nothing happened.
Crossing the Champs Élysées, we headed for the avenue George V, but paused to remark how we had once had a very fancy lunch at the Fermette Marbeuf on the rue Marbeuf. We were surprised to find that when we examined the menu, it was not as expensive as we remembered. We may go back there soon. The interior of the restaurant is an amazing example of art nouveau décor.
down the avenue George V and crossing the
We finally made it home, and our heads were buzzing with all the frenetic noise and activity that we’d encountered in the 8th arrondissement on our walk, so we just decided to spend a quiet evening at home.