eville metro, there are nice people handing out a free newspaper, 'matinplus.' and i generally take one and read through it on the way to work, always finishing with my french horoscope, and saving the sudoku for a co-worker. a couple weeks ago, i had seen an article about a sculptural exhibit in the tuileries gardens. they had a picture - it was of a big sexy peek-a-boo toe pump, made entirely of pots. i felt that this was right up my alley and have had a pink post-it note with 'tuileries!' written on it. it made its way onto my to-do list for this weekend, as well, and i left my house with the drive to find this beautiful piece of footwear. i took the metro to chatelet and decided to walk toward
s the louvre. the walk between chatelet and the louvre is wonderful - this the area where one could buy a beautiful plant or a playful little puppy or kitten. there is nothing more adorable than a little french kitten (they are french - t
hey respond to french), well, except maybe a little french child. anyway, i saw plenty of kitties and walked through sidewalks filled with trees, bulbs, flowers, and anything you could possibly dream of for a garden. (i always want to smuggle bulbs back to the states) i reached the louvre and opted to walk through the middle area and out to where the I.M. Pei pyramid is located. even on a sunday, the louvre is full of tourists, taking their photos in front of the pyramid. when i walked through, i 
realized how seeing the pyramid and how being in the center of the louvre has become so normal for me. it was just a typical sunday morning. (the photo is of what i would imagine to be two americans - or other similarly disguised tourists - pretending to be ridiculously french by wearing their berets. yes,
except the french dont really wear a lot of berets, unless you're really old, and they generally dont go to the louvre. and if they do, they do not have their photos taken. anyway...i thought the guy was funny in his beret. i didn't even realize the girl had one, too. now i realize the joke.) i made my way past the pyramid and huge line waiting to go inside and onto the tuileries. this is a lovely little garden (even though my fav is still jardin du lux) with plenty of joggers, tourists, and even a couple little places to stop, have a coffee, and kick it with some old amis. but kicking it - i did not have
time for such an activity. i was on a mission. and it involved a shoe. this was serious. i meant business, damn it. and damn it, i could not find my shoe. it may be gone, i just don't know. as you can see from the picture, it is a big ol' shoe. and sista is not blind, yo. i searched. j'ai cherche pour la chaussure. alas, i ended my visit to tuileries by sitting near place de la concorde, looking at the eiffel tower, and finishing up some postcards. (if you haven't gotten one, its cuz i dont have your address - so send me a message) i made my way back to belleville for some lunch. i have big plans for the afternoon - part of which is me going on another mission specifically for this blog. it involves scandulous orangina ads and the joys/perils of marketing. just a preview...
s the louvre. the walk between chatelet and the louvre is wonderful - this the area where one could buy a beautiful plant or a playful little puppy or kitten. there is nothing more adorable than a little french kitten (they are french - t
hey respond to french), well, except maybe a little french child. anyway, i saw plenty of kitties and walked through sidewalks filled with trees, bulbs, flowers, and anything you could possibly dream of for a garden. (i always want to smuggle bulbs back to the states) i reached the louvre and opted to walk through the middle area and out to where the I.M. Pei pyramid is located. even on a sunday, the louvre is full of tourists, taking their photos in front of the pyramid. when i walked through, i 
realized how seeing the pyramid and how being in the center of the louvre has become so normal for me. it was just a typical sunday morning. (the photo is of what i would imagine to be two americans - or other similarly disguised tourists - pretending to be ridiculously french by wearing their berets. yes,
except the french dont really wear a lot of berets, unless you're really old, and they generally dont go to the louvre. and if they do, they do not have their photos taken. anyway...i thought the guy was funny in his beret. i didn't even realize the girl had one, too. now i realize the joke.) i made my way past the pyramid and huge line waiting to go inside and onto the tuileries. this is a lovely little garden (even though my fav is still jardin du lux) with plenty of joggers, tourists, and even a couple little places to stop, have a coffee, and kick it with some old amis. but kicking it - i did not have
time for such an activity. i was on a mission. and it involved a shoe. this was serious. i meant business, damn it. and damn it, i could not find my shoe. it may be gone, i just don't know. as you can see from the picture, it is a big ol' shoe. and sista is not blind, yo. i searched. j'ai cherche pour la chaussure. alas, i ended my visit to tuileries by sitting near place de la concorde, looking at the eiffel tower, and finishing up some postcards. (if you haven't gotten one, its cuz i dont have your address - so send me a message) i made my way back to belleville for some lunch. i have big plans for the afternoon - part of which is me going on another mission specifically for this blog. it involves scandulous orangina ads and the joys/perils of marketing. just a preview...
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