Le Quinze, le jour apres Juillet 14

Setting th chairs out

Today I had the great fortune to meet with Dr C's fellow to revue her papier. It was good fortune, because we did it in the Tuileries at 10 am. So I left tat 9:30  and walked in quiet streets to Les Tuileries.

Eye-full in am sun light

We had cafe et un tres bonne slice of a cranberry coffee cake-esque treat. We spent four hours but it seems like less.  While I would have been reluctant to leave Mom and Erin, E didn't feel well so I was okay, and Mom seemed ready to tend to Erin's needs. After I got home, Mom and I traipsed off to Blvd Foch, where she had wanted to go and Erin was over-full of walking. So off we went.
We had heard from our Paris -greeter that there was nothing to see on Ave Foch and essentially he was right. There were lots of beautiful homes and beautiful median with gardening. So I suggested to mom that we find the Marmottan museum, only I couldn't remember where it was. I asked 3-4 different groups of people to get only one suggestion of which way to go. I ended up calling Erin at he apt to find out the address and the direction. She gave us what we needed and we made our way. Boy was it farther than I thought.
The Marmottan was outstanding, a full room to Monet, in the best light, in a protected lower level. It was eye-popping!!! I thought I was done, but then the second floor waited, and while I am not a student of illuminated manuscripts, the collection was jaw-dropping. I had never seen such work. It was like living how the Irish saved civilization!!  Then there were the few "other" impressionist artists' works which were a collection unto themselves.
We only exited at closing, but landed in this verdant triangular park, feeling as if we were in a local paris neighborhood for the first time. We are off the Champs E!! anywho we walked in a real neighborhood with shops outside of Chanel, Vuitton and Prada and found a market replete with cheese, fish, viande, fruits and vegetables and wine. Bonne chance!!

The only challenge was finding the metro post shopping for abundant liquids: coke six pack for the ailing femme, my vin blanc and for mom: dish detergent, ugh. But after only a small roundabout we go to the Passy metro to Etoile and the G5 stop near 178.
I had looked at an apt in Passy, and passed it by, but today I found it to be a charming livable neighborhood. Good idea.