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Tuesday 8 to Thursday 10 May  - Earls Court to Cambridge

all seasons in one day

A huge thank you to David for his hospitality at his apartment since arriving in London on Monday afternoon.  Took me a bit longer than  I thought to remember how to use the tube .... and from Earls Court there are more choices of lines than I recall from Hackney (where I travelled from when staying with Liam in  2004.)

Tuesday was chill out, orientation and R&R day. Walked everywhere ... From Earls Court to Fulham to Hammersmith to 0lympia and back again. It was another laundry day and grocery shopping day and I actually got a few hours to sit it the sun on David's decking and book my train trip to Cambridge.

Everyone I have asked questions of has been really helpful. The railway station attendant who advised me how to book the tickets on line and where to catch the train from to the salesman at Marks and Spencer's who couldn't help me buy a barrel bag from them and advised me to go down the road to Argos. Success there. What a great concept for a store. You go into a foyer and look through their comprehensive hard copy catalogue ... reminded me of looking through the Simplicity or McCalls pattern books at Lincraft ....... type into a machine the catalogue number which then tells you if it is in stock and how many are left in stock. You don't actually see or touch the item until you have paid for it. You wait at a collection point within the shop and the item is brought to the collection point within 5 minutes. Shopping done .... how easy is that?  One of the part time teachers who shares my office told me about the store but I thought is was an on-line only store. It sells anything and everything. Lawn mowers to tents, toys to electronics.  It must have been late night shopping yesterday as many of the stores in High Street Ken (as the locals call it; or High Street Kensington) were open until 8pm. Loved Marks and Spencer's in 1977 and still do.

Most of yesterday fulfilled my eight-year desire to return to the Victoria and Albert Museum and I was not disappointed. As many of you would be aware by now, France was all about the pilgrimage for Puppa and his involvement in WWI; the United Kingdom is now learning about textiles, needlework, craft and quilts here. I have visits planned to a number of historic homes which have quilts displayed.  Just as well, as many of the textiles that I wanted to see at the Victoria and Albert were in storage because a new gallery is to be built opening in November this year which will house the textile display all in one location. I was not disappointed tho as I spent the afternoon in theBritish Galleries taking photos and observing the  textiles that were on display, including a huge tapestry of a conservatory and garden which was just stunning. The galleries lead you through the different eras of design starting with 1760 right up to 1900s. William Morris was featured, of course (I was very interested in that section) and other designers whose styles interest me. There was also an ironwork gallery with items from Italy, Spain, France and the UK. I took photos of those that I felt would lend themselves to quilting designs (as you do).

Had to have a coffee and British Scones and jam at one of the three cafes .... all with different themes ..... sat in the William Morris cafe to admire and photograph some of the walls decorated with his designs. Could have spent another day just in the bookshop. Fortunately, I already have two of the books ..... the really heavy ones ..... at home. But will now be able to appreciate them even more now I have seen some of the displays in real life. I saw two books I recognized in the bookshop ...... The William Morris Pattern book by Michelle Hill (still on my wish list) and 18th Century Embroidery Techniques by Gail Marsh which I managed to purchase  from The Book Barn at Windsor only the week before I left. Haven't had time to even appreciate that yet. But I am meeting Gail Marsh next week as she is curator at one of the historic homes I am visiting. I bought with me "book plates" so I can ask her to sign them and stick them in the books. If any of my patchwork friends reading this would like her signature and have her books, I have a few spare book plates with me. The pattern for Gilly's coverlet is in Gail's 2nd book ..... 19th Century Embroidery techniques. I bought a photo of my Gilly's coverlet with me to show Gail.

If I have time whenI am back in London on 21 May until I leave on 24 May, I would like to visit just the tapestry gallery as I ran out of time to see that. The V&A closes at 5:30pm. As I've probably said previously, I would rather see and absorb one or two experiences in depth, than see lots superficially. Tuesday, 22nd is all day at the Chelsea Flower show.

Weather in London is showery and overcast. Doesn't help my photography. Have to practice more with the manual settings.

Fulham and Hammersmith are so different to Earls Court. In respect of the residents and types of shops. Fulham and Hammersmith have a lot of housing estates and a man I got talking to in the launderette was telling me about a stabbing across the road a few nights ago as if I knew all about it! He advised me not to go out there at night. Well I wouldn't anyway but it was thoughtful of him. It was like being in The Bill with police cars going up and down the street with sirens going!

It's been lovely to stay with David ..... we have watched a snooker tournament on TV which was exciting and a very interesting program on what is happening with the Greek economy and how it became the way it is and what can be done to rectify it.

The supermarkets here cater really well for single households with pre-packed meals for one ..... salads, hot meals, small quantities of cheeses and hams,etc small cans of drinks and the yummiest varieties of yogurt ..... citrus lime and lemon, fig and honey; and combinations of fruit drinks mango and apple, raspberry and pomegranate. Mmmmmm.

Packed now for my road trip commencing tomorrow .... leaving the big luggage at David's and just have a few smaller bags to manage.

Thank you for reading this blog.
Love Lyn xxx

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Half way point of my holiday today!

Sunday ... Musee l'Orangarie, rue Montorgueil, Jardin de Arsenal and a few surprises .....

overcast 11 °C

Sunday, 6 May

A visit to the Louvre has escaped me again!!! I guess this means I will have to return in the future! No immediate plans tho. Note to self ....... focus on what you HAVE seen and done. My feeling about The Louvre and Palace of Versailles is that they are sooooo huge that even a day spent at each (perhaps several days) would not do these magnificent places the justice and time they deserve.

So, starting the day at Musee l'Orangerie, where the queue was not too long, I was in a awe of Monet's four huge canvases of waterlillies and the pond at  Giverny. Having been bathed in the light of his studio at Giverny on Tuesday, which was about the size and height of my entire house, and seen his inspirational environment, I can understand why he wished to capture it  in art work. The oval shapes of the Museum gallery walls are just perfect for transending into the art. The croaking of the frogs in the pond at Giverny are deafening, the lily pads float calmly on the surface, until a frog leaps or dives and the ripples wave out to concentric circles. These features are all captured in the paintings in the oval galleries. I am sure I saw a frog in places in the paintings. There was also a Debusssy exhibition featured at the same time. There was too much to take in and I had experienced what I wanted so headed off to visit rue Montorgueil in the 1st Arrondisement - this rue featured in a book loaned to me by Sue, called "Almost French". This rue was so so Parisien, even lateish on a Sunday afternoon. Absorbing the culture of this area and taking photos of the iron railings and fortunately spotting a handy Metro station, I then caught the metro to Bastille so I could visit the Jardin de l'Arsenal that Marilynn has described. A disused railway line given a second life as a garden and children's play area along side a little loch of the Seine where boats were moored. 

Unfortunately, or fortunately, the access to the Jardin was  blocked by an antique market. This comprised row after row of white tents along both sides of the loch. The signs advised it would open on 7 May at 11am but there were already people shopping and window shopping. On asking if I could buy an entry ticket now, I was told no, because there was only two hours before it was to close as The Bastille was filling up with people/protestors/police/ tv camera crews. Apparently there had been an election the day before and the current President, Nicholas Sarkosy (who evidently is not well liked) was voted out of office by a swing of only 4%.

Ok, I had two hours to try my luck to get into this antique market before it would become a bit too rowdy and dangerous for me to stay in the area. The tents had high metal railings around them with heavy sandbags to keep them in position with some security bodies to keep out the riff-raff. They seemed more interested in what was happening at the Place de Bastille, smoking and making jokes to one another. Seizing an opportunity at an open piece of fencing, I slipped into the antique market unnoticed. It was a very comprehensive market, items of beautiful French furniture, several sewing boxes; avec et sans legs,(we will only ever see these in Australia at exhorbatant prices) but I was just window shopping and taking in what was on offer. Expensive and gorgeous crockery, jewelry, paintings, sewing tools, manchester, embroidery, etc. This was opening night because the stallholders were drinking champagne. No one stopped me before it was time to head out of the Bastille as things were getting crazy. The metro trains were full of people heading to the Bastille. On television last night, the telecast resembled our own election nights, with wall-to- wall, non-stop political talk and the new President's address to the nation. He was in a southern area of France and had to travel to Paris last night, so there was a motorcade of police vehicles, tv crews on motor scooters for an hour until he reached the nearest airport to catch the train to Paris.  Fancy, me being right in the thick of it, totally clueless and so absorbed in my own world! 

Safely in the door of the apartment .... it was bedtime and time to pack up again as I leave France and catch the Eurostar to London in the morning to deliver Vicki's hug and kiss to David. Got to get to Paris Gare du Nord and don't fancy doing it via the Metro with their lack of escalators and lifts. I've seen lots of taxis hurtling up and down rue de la Convention at the end of my street so shouldn't be an issue at mid-morning.

Over and out. Thank you for reading this blog. Love Lyn xxx

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Friday, 4 May, Musee D'Orsay and other Paris icons

Such a different and beautiful city

overcast 10 °C

Using the green Musee D'Orsay pass kindly supplied by Renee, I again skipped the snaky queue of approx  half a kilometer and went straight in .The Musee D'Orsay building started life as a railway station . Many  clues still exist to disclose its origins - the beautiful internal sandstone engravings indicating rural destinations and the huge high transparent ceiling flooding light into the main atrium. The Impressionists gallery is on the 5th level, which is what I was most interested in seeing. The layout of the museum I found challenging. Where was level 4? I never did find it. Level 0 was the ground floor with a corner of the building solely devoted to a stairwell leading only to levels 2 and 5. Just as I was leaving, I met Kathy and Owen from Brisbane who were also on the same battlefield tour as me. They also found the museum layout " tricky" but assured me I had seen every level!!!  Of course, Monet' waterlillies and the Japanese bridge at Giverny were displayed and the Girl Sewing by Mary Casatt, the original of the reproduction I have at home in the lounge room!  

Lunchtime ... There were two restaurants and a cafe resembling the queue to the ladies toilet. The restaurant queue was shorter and the absolute opulence of the internal space and reasonable price drew me in. I truly felt I was in Paris.  

The waiters and waitresses in this restaurant were entertaining to watch while waiting for my lunch. One waiter was so fast at everything he did. No sooner had a table been vacated, he had cleared it and set it for the next group. Another waiter cleared a table of glasses and crockery, piling his tray high with cups, saucers, glasses, plates and then proceeded to add more from an adjoining table, carrying the whole thing in the palm of one hand back to the kitchen without dropping anything ....and walking quickly to boot.

There were more  paintings, furniture and sculptures to absorb and a display of "Le Chat Noir" and its origins was very enlightening as this traditional French icon I encounter everywhere. It was my intention to also visit Musee L'Orangarie with the same ticket but  time ran out unfortunately. It was 5:30pm by the time I arrived there - it's in a totally separate building and a good and distracting walk from the Musee d'Orsay. Maybe able to get there on Sunday after the Louvre visit. The bridge across the Seine that I walked over had hundreds of locks attached to the wire of the railings and hawkers selling locks and keys. The idea is that couples can lock their love on the bridge and throw the key into the Seine. I didn't see anyone participating but thousands had. The Place de la Concorde with the Egyptian Oblisk, fountains with mermaids and mermen sprouting water from the mouths of fish and the ornate bridges took my eye. Unfortunately, at the end of the Tuileries gardens the area has become very tourist-oriented and a bit kitch. There are hawkers, people with rickshaw-type vehicles, recumbent cycles with passenger space where a cyclist can cycle you anywhere in Paris and gypsies who pretend to pick up a gold ring off the pavement and ask if it's yours..  the intention is to distract you while someone else pickpockets you. The gold ring incident happened twice yesterday. Ignore them is the key although that does not come naturally for me, but it is the safer option.

Turning into Avenue Winston Churchill, on the right is the Grand Palais and the right Le petite Palais .... however, the sheer size of the buildings, it's difficult to say one is grande and the other petite. Both are opulent.

Crossing the 112 year old Pont Alexandre and forcing myself now to use the manual camera settings due to fading light, I finally dialed in some reasonable settings so I could take photos of the beautiful spring flowers and the immaculately mowed lawns! I have a photo of a pink rose ... the first rose bloom I have seen here .... with rain drops on it too. Dodging rain on the lens has been another challenge here ... except for two days, it has rained everyday. Turning back towards where I'd just been, and turning left into the famous Champs Élysées. The Champs Élysées commences here so I just kept walking towards The Arc de Triumph stopping to check out the stores (window shopping mostly) and taking photos of the iron balustrades. I have loads of photos of these .... they would be gorgeous designs for quilting and they are all so different. Arcade de Champs Elysées was very ornate and the fragrance emanating from Claridges was overwhelming. MonoPrix has a store here as does Marks and Spencer. Finally bought the soap Marilynnn old us about .... it IS beautiful.

By the time I reached the Arc de Triumph it was dark so I walked up the stairs to see Paris by night and in enough time to see the Eiffel Tower light display. It only lasts 5 minutes, so I consider myself fortunate to have caught it. I'm not proficient at night photos but took a couple that are satisfactory. Without the tripod or long lens, it's tricky.

The eternal flame atop the tomb of the unknown soldier was very moving .... placed at one of the busiest roundabouts in the world.

This was the second late night in a row. The Arc closes at 10pm so it was time to head back to 16 rue Henri Bocquillon.

Random facts:

The little fold down seated in the portico of the metro trains are difficult to sit on when you are wearing a backpack ....  especially if the pack is full!!  Three inches of bum cheek is barely enough for stability!

It costs .50€ to go to the toilet in the railway stations. The toilets are co-Ed. Males and females line up, paying their .50€ to a Woopi Goldberg look alike (no joke) who directs you to the next available cubicle through a turn style. If you have luggage and can't fit through the turn style, you get to use the disabled toilet which has easy access.

Turnstyles and access gates are big here on the metro, though many youths jump the turnstiles and a blind eye is turned to that behavior. My backpack got caught in the exit door flaps at Gare Montparnasse  and I was trapped like a beetle on its back .....  an attendant had to come and unlock me. Note to self ..... Walk backwards through the gate if you have luggage.

Stairs are EVERYWHERE in the Metro. For stations that have stairs and that lead to large main stations, some have ramps for wheeled luggage, lifts or escalators. However, at Boucicaut which is my closest metro stop, there are no ramps or lifts and one set of escalators that do not reach to street level. It's a case of wheeling my luggage downstairs or dragging it or carrying it upstairs. 

You HAVE to have a metro map to know which direction to catch the train. The colours and numbers are a great system but you have to check which direction the train starts and finishes at to know you are going to end up where you intend. There are maps on the walls everywhere and it's well signed. There is a sign on the platform where the front of the train will be so you know which direction the train will come from. That's a great clue for a boofhead like me who is direction-challenged.

Everyone wears scarves (even the males) and coats. Oh, and the dogs here are so spoilt .... they wear coats, have prams, bags to be carried in and taken to places you wouldn't think of at home.

On the metro some nights, the passengers are entertained by accordianists non-stop, with "Greensleeves" and other random old tunes running into each other. Again, the idea is to obtain money from passengers.

More news soon, love Lyn xxx

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Thursday, 3 May - Montmartre and Le Sacre Cour

Just as I remember but now so many more tourists

sunny 14 °C

Today was lace day ........ to seek out and obtain the lace for Sally's wedding guess . Looking up the trusty ( if  aging) French/English school dictionary (words never change their meaning) the previous night, I find that the dictionary only describes shoe laces!  The word is dentelle so I am looking in fabric shops for a sign that says dentelle or mariage. I've googled the words French Lace and several blogs appear describing what sounds ideal. The shops areal located in Montmartre, which is what was described by the waitress at dinner on Monday night. Sweet ....... one of my favorite films "Amelie" is set in Montmarte and the Sacre Cour Church is also there, so I'm intending to go anyway. 

Making the fabric shops my first stop, Reine had the most gorgeous layout of a fabric shop. Looked at the laces but no one was interested in serving me. The fabric shops I went to are like stepping back to "Are You Being Served", with assistants behind deep old wooden counters with timber yard sticks. You can't serve yourself - you have to be shown the fabric. No dramas, there is another shop just like this one across the road called Dreyfus. OMG I was meant to come here ..... their patchwork fabric is 8€ a metre! They have an amazing selection of toile. Wishing I had a bigger luggage allowance and a bigger budget,  its sew hard to resist but I am here for Sal's lace. There are five floors of all different goodies ..... what Lincraft have on one level, Dreyfus have 100% more over the different levels .... not well displayed ......... you have to know what you want and look for the price, but there is an assistant at most  of the tables of fabric. I ask someone for mariage dentelle and told it's on the second floor. Three Muslim women got there before me and are fussing over netting for a veil!!!!!!! How does that work and how do they wear that I ask myself. Spotting bolts of THE LACE, on shelves behind the French-only- speaking "Mrs Slocum"', I ask to see the bolts in the corner as they are what we want. There are two mannequins from the 1920's with the different mariage fabrics and laces draped on them. I've undone several bolts to examine the meter age and the design but none are suitable yet. I point to one of the sad looking mannequins with straw hair and say  "exactement, sil vous plait". Mrs Slocum undoes the bolt and I nod and say one metre sil vous plait. The aging wooden metre ruler is placed on the lace and before you know it, she is writing the order on what looks like a raffle docket. THE LACE is carefully wrapped in tissue paper with a special sticky label that indicates it is mariage dentelle and I am told to go to the "caissier" to pay. The ""caissier" sits behind a 1950's wooden and glass enclosure behind a cash register and an EFTPOS machine. I have to show my Passport because I am using a Travelmoney MasterCard and when you put your card in the machine, it knows you are from Australia and says Patience Please and then Signature. There's some eye rolling happening from the woman in the "caissier" as she has to record my passport number, city and country of origin on yet another piece of paper. I sign and think how lucky I am to have Sal's wedding dress lace from a shop from Paris. I can't leave without looking at the toile and other gorgeous textiles again. I head to level 4 ....... the bolts of toile are devine and I audition them in my head. Turning around, I see packets of ready made curtain panels in blue and cream toile for 29€ per panel. It would look great in the dining room at Rosella close ...... I never could decide what to put there. Two panels would be enough I guess, so I've bought two panels and two meters of gorgeous patchwork fabric. Might have to post it home (but not letting the lace out of my sight).

Montmartre has become very touristy since I was here in 1977 and being a beautiful sunny (yes, sun for a change) day, there are sooo many people around; including ladies with wheelie bags buying fabric from some of the other many fabric shops in the rues here. There are "coupons" .... bargains of pre cut fabric mainly for clothing piled high on tables with security men watching for pick pockets and thieves.  

Looking up, I see the funicular railway that takes you up the steep hill to the Sacre Cour. Getting off it is like walking into the set of "Amelie", however the photo booth has been removed. There are photo booths EVERYWHERE in Paris, at every Metro but the one from the movie is gone! Photographed out of existence by other fans of "Amelie"? My little travel companion and mascot .... my soft toy reindeer, Rodney, has his photo taken overlooking the view of Paris and is then repacked in the netting of my backpack. He has a habit of sticking his head in the photos I've been taking here. The next time I look for him for a photo shoot he has been stolen. I feel sick and devastated. There are signs everywhere to watch out for pickpockets and its so crowded here, I'm just thankful it's not my passport or money .... but it certainly puts a damper on my mood.  

You can go to the top of the Sacre Cour for the most magnificent view of Paris and look out to the Eiffel Tower where I'd been yesterday. Why not!  The sign says it's 300 marches ...... 300 stairs. It must have been a French person who invented spiral staircases because the 300 marches were nothing compared to the tightness and spirallyness of the stairs .... I was getting giddy but the view from the top was worth it. The disadvantage of most of the people climbing the 300 marches was we appeared to all be on long- service leave ..... namely, not young and sprightly.   The panting was evident above and below me .... there was no overtaking space so we all huffed and puffed until we reached the top where there were sandstone seats to sit on. The pigeons are everywhere here, including at the top of the Sacre Cour and you can hear them cooing and getting in the photos.  It was a lovely clear day for overlooking this beautiful city. It's difficult to believe this is me over here on the other side of the world, experiencing these long-planned for adventures.  Pausing to take it all in and prepare for the spirally descent, I go to get my little mascot, Rodney, and realise he's not there.

I've arranged to meet Renee at her work so I can watch her team, the WISP (Women's International Soccer Paris) team play a night game. I 'm only a few metro stops from where the game is so I try to call Renee. The TravelSIM card works differently from an ordinary SIM and it's taken me a long time to get it to work. I leave Renee a message that I will meet her at the metro near the soccer field. She texts me that my calls are registering on her phone but she can't hear me. There are two exits at the metro ...... yup, I chose the wrong one but eventually we see each other and head off to the field.  Upon introduction to Renee's coach, we get talking and his family home is at Mt Riverview!  He played soccer for the Redbacks (same team as Lisa and Sally)' and went to Penrith High School and was in Liam's year.  OMG, is this weird or what!  Then he asks if I know Sue and Howard Kennedy .... because his friend is their son, Ben!!!  They only live across the road from me and have done so since 1993! The coach is Simon Martin and his brother, Tristan, was in the same year at PHS as Lisa!  He knows Sarah Jane Gross and he went to Mt Riverview Primary School. How weird is that. Asking how he knows Renee, I am told that the International in WISP is due to the mélange of players from Ireland, UK, USA, Canada, New Zealand and Australia  ...... all English-speaking.  It's a relief after being exposed to a foreign language, written and spoken, to converse normally, after three weeks.  Apparently, Simon's wife (an Australian too) and a colleague got a website going asking for soccer players in Paris who would be interested in playing socially about a year ago and now the team are officially registered with their strips and pink socks!

The WISPies won 9-3. Some of us caught the same metro for a few stops before I had to say my goodbyes to Renee and thank her for EVERYTHING she had done for me. The next time I see her will be at Sal and Nathan's wedding; after which time I hope I can reciprocate their hospitality threefold.  Renee  texted me just before midnight to ensure I arrived back at the  apartment safely!!!! What a sweetie.

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Skipping ahead to Wednesday in Paris

Eiffel Tower day!

rain 11 °C

I've missed some daily blogs but will catch up when I can. Life has been eventful and adventurous lately.

Today was an early start for the summit to the Eiffel Tower (and finally figured out how to get the mobile phone alarm to ring!) as my reserved ticket would allow me in at opening time at 9:30am and avoid the queue of schoolchildren and the snaky kilometer long line of tourists who did not book. There is only one lift working at this time that goes to the summit so it was almost clear of tourists for the first 45 minutes. The view is stunning albeit a bit hazy today then it rained ..... again this afternoon. Yesterday was the only sunny day in the two weeks I've been here but I'm working around it as much as I can now I am doing my own thing in Paris. The view from the top was not as scary as I was anticipating. 1977 was the last time I was in Paris and I recall only going to the second level, due to time constraints. Today I was reading on the panels at the summit, that up until 1983 there were no lifts but a counter balanced system of pulleys that took tourists to the second level and that's how I recall traveling. You can spend as much time as you like on the Tower once you are there so I took my time and tried to get my bearings on what I could see before heading back down to earth to take an open-top bus while the rain held off. The commentary is via disposable earpieces plugged into the side if the bus with a selection of languages and a volume control. The tour was valuable in getting to know where I need to plan to go next. Obviously a week is soooo not enough but I will have to be selective how I spend the rest of my time here. I've always wanted to go to Mt Saint Michele so I have booked a train and bus trip for Saturday and as the Louvre is open on Sunday and free on the fist Sunday of the month, I am planning to go to the Louvre for my final day in Paris.

Living like a local involves locating supermarkets. There is a Nespreso coffee machine in this apartment but no coffee and because yesterday was May Day and a public holiday, the supermarkets were closed. So, This afternoon I found a MonoPrix which is a small supermarket on the top floor and a small variety shop downstairs. Interesting that you can buy singlets, shampoo, bags, baby clothes then go upstairs for washing detergent, biscuits, milk, coffee and alcohol all in the one shop!! This MonoPrix was in the 15th arrondisement (same as my apartment) but I got totally lost on the way back. Didn't leave the 15th but went to the nearest Metro station and took two changes of trains to get "home". Not that I was in a hurry but it was raining.

The apartment is very comfortable and as many of you know, it used to be a sewing workshop. It is decorated with sewing and textile books as well as books on Paris. There is a dressmaker's dummy and a wooden sewing box here as well, so I feel really at home. The washing machine is little and it doubles as a tumble dryer all in the same machine. So, I am set here until Monday. The bed is comfortable (too comfortable)!!! and the apartment very secure in a safe area. I do not face the street but there there are two ceiling windows that let in loads of daylight. The heating comes on automatically about 7pm. If you check on line at The Fashion Room ...... http://www.vrbo.com/264241. The apartment is exactly as it is pictured. I love it here but only spend the evenings here as there is too much to see and do. Tomorrow I am planning to visit the fabric shops in the Mont Martre area and the Sacre Cour Church and have a good explore up there. Loved it in 1977 with the artists in the streets painting and the creative atmosphere. Two of my favorite movies have scenes from Mont Martre and Picasso's studio is in Place Emile Goudeau as well as Van Gough lived in rue Lepic. I am looking for the lace for Sally wedding dress and have located a couple of places via google and the recommendation of our waitress on Monday night. Renee and Thomas have been soooo wonderful helping me out with many things, including sorting out getting into the apartment on Modpnday when the arrangements with the key did not work to plan. Renee now speaks fluent French (and quickly and rolling the 'R's). After what could have been very difficult not having the key, Renee took charge of the entire process and Constance duly arrived on motor scooter with the key to meet us at the restaurant. I cannot describe the relief to have Renee and Thomas to help me. I am being "Ma" tomorrow night watching Renee play soccer after work - so looking forward to that. She will arrange for one of the other players to drop me at a safe Metro station to get home. It is only 80 paces from the nearest Metro to the front door of 16 rue Henri Boucquillon.

Sarah send me a video of Scarlett walking .... she will be running by the time I return.

Patchwork girls .... Would love to hear news of the Springwood quilt Show.

A great travel tip which I will remember for next time is to being two European adaptors PLUS an Australian power board. Saves swapping over appliances and devices to charge them .... with camera, phone and iPad, I'm forever plugging/unplugging and waiting for things to charge.

Love Lyn xoxoxo

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