Armistice Day

We happened to be on the Champs Élysées on November 11th. We missed the parade, but visited the Arc de Triomphe where the President traditionally places a wreath on the tomb of the unknown soldier with its eternal flame.


The enormous flag flies only for special occasions.

Henri Cartier Bresson

Christie's in Paris recently auctioned one hundred photographs from the Henri Cartier Bresson Foundation. The photographs were displayed for viewing before the auction and anyone could visit the galleries for free -- so we stopped by for a look.


Wow. What a stunning collection. Here are a couple of my favorites:




Of course, we couldn't afford to buy one. Prices started at around 6,000 euros.
And this one went for a record 433,000 euros!

You can check out the results here for yourself.

By the way, speaking of Christie's auctions -- there's one coming up in December in NYC -- The Elizabeth Taylor collection.

If you've got a little spare change, you might pick up a diamond ring. Here's one that is up for auction.

Autumn treasures

After a few days of rain, the sun has come out and the weather has been relatively mild for November - a good time to go for a walk in the forest of Sénart about 25 km south of Paris.

The leaves have mostly fallen, and it wasn't until the we were returning to the car that we crossed paths with some mushroom hunters.

Mushrooms! I am wild about mushroom hunting - as you can see in the photo below - the result of a spectacular mushroom hunt a few years ago in southern Colorado where I collected several pounds of chanterelles and cèpes (also known as porcini or boletus edulis).

So yesterday, when I caught sight of a basket full of mushrooms in the arms of a fellow hiker in the woods, I was entranced. Too bad we had to get back to Paris for an appointment and didn't have time for a hunt. And unfortunately I don't really know how to read the oak forest where local mushrooms hide.

This is all I saw - no cèpes or chanterelles - and not good to eat :-(


Anyway, maybe I can return to the forest for another hunt in the days to come. . .

Vélib

We have been doing more and more biking in Paris, sometimes with our own bikes, and sometimes with the Vélib. Do you remember when I tried and failed to use the Vélib last July? Well, now I am armed with my very own French bank card with smart chip. And now I can rent the Vélib as often as I wish.

Here we are riding the Vélib along the banks of the Seine which are closed to traffic every Sunday.




Lately, we've been using the Vélib instead of the motor scooter to get around town. We went to the movies the other night, and came home ~10pm using the Vélib.

Strikes and demonstrations

The French take their rights and responsibilities as citizens very seriously. And the rising malaise due to the economic situation, coupled with the upcoming presidental elections in May, 2012 are heating up the political environment. Demonstrations of discontent happen almost daily.

For example, we have attended (and photographed) demonstrations by retired people protesting their diminished purchasing power, firemen who are protesting revisions in their career paths, and a march condemning violence against women. Teachers are protesting increased class sizes, and even midwives have been on the march to protest the situation surrounding birth in France.

Religious extremists have also been in the news. The offices of Charlie Hebdo, a satirical weekly newspaper, were recently firebombed, and Christian fundamentalists are protesting a theatre piece currently showing in Paris. On Sunday, we attended a demonstration decrying these acts of violence and defending freedom of speech.

Firemen on the march


Protesting violence against women

Demonstration of retired people


The national police are always present, but most demonstrations have been peaceful.


Some people march, others just watch.

November 1st

November 1st (Toussaint or All Saints Day) is a holiday in France. It is equivalent to Memorial Day in the U.S. - a time when people visit cemeteries and remember their deceased relatives. It is also the exact date of the death of Patrice's wife Giselle in 2004 and his mother's death in 2008. Both of them died on the same date (different year) in the same room of the same hospital of the same malady - cancer.

Each year since 2004, Patrice has traveled to Nantes to place flowers on Giselle's tomb. And so, following our visit to St. Brieuc, we traveled south to Nantes to continue the tradition.




It was a solemn occasion, made happier by the fact that we are together.

Weekend in Brittany (part 1)

We spent the weekend in St. Brieuc on the north coast of Brittany. Patrice's daughter, Florence, lives in St. Brieuc and she was anxious to introduce her new love, Gérard. Gérard is from the Basque region in the south of France and he has been traveling over 750 km every other weekend to be with Florence.

On Sunday, the four of us made an excursion to the nearby Island of Bréhat. The tide was out when we arrived, leaving boats high and dry.


The island is small - just 3.5 km long and 1.5 km wide - and cars are not allowed. We passed up the bicycles and explored the island on foot. It was a pleasant way to pass the afternoon getting to know Gérard.

Here are a couple of photos of Florence and Gérard





I wish them all the happiness in the world.