Yesterday “we” decided to go shopping, having made a list of the large depatment stores in Paris which were all having sales. Pritemps in Bvd Haussman was chosen and after seven floors of ladies fashion, managed to walk out with no purchases! We took with us though, a great view of the city from the roof-top cafe. While eating lunch in Montmatre, we heard the news from Jo of the SOO win by Queensland. Oh joy!
Beggars here are innovative, using all sorts of ploys to tug at the heart strings -cats & dogs with half empty bowls of food, cradling young children, lying crippled in the street. I saw one lady get up after our evening of violins, wander away as if touched by Jesus. The deaf society walk around all day not saying a word and probably go home at night and talk in their sleep. At least the accordian players on the train are doing something for their “living”. Being on a high part of the city, the ride back was a cruise with hardly a pedal for a few kilometres. I suffered from the pollution which is bad here when riding in the open up the rear of a thousand and one cars. My nose and eyes were streaming and the ride made me realise why I wake up with a sore throat each morning. Can’t wait for the fresh French forest fragrances when we drive south.