I never tire of seeing Pont Alexander III. Grey skies or blue skies, it is always sparkling.
Did a lot of must-dos today. Saw the Grand, Petit Palais (to think that Louis and Marie lost theirs heads exactly for this kind of construction). Palais de Chaillot exudes grandeur. Also, the best view of the Eiffel tower is certainly from here. Sat in the Jardins du Trocadero and started 'The Salterton Trilogy', Robertson Davies. Walked on to Ecole Militaire and then Hotel des Invalides. Its beautiful. What I liked the most:
What interesting attention to detail! And to think that its actually a hospital, in all probability for the wounded of war.
I have also realised that we go around seeing ancient beauties and have boulevards named after people who are so trivial in the greater scheme of things. But the real genuises are neglected. Found what I was hoping existed...
I think Eva Curie's biography of her mother is one of the best books that I have read. She has captured the emotions so beautifully and objectively.
The part in the book when Pierre Curie has the fatal accident and Madame Curie's reaction to it - I wept. I wept thinking that with all the genius and the Nobel and the adulation, I do not want her life and to know her unhappiness. I know every life has its tragedies but I will happily go through life as a nonentity without such heart wrenching losses.
I must have been very close to Pasteur's lab as well but I didn't have the number. Searched on part of the street Rue des Fosses St Jacques, where it is supposed to be, but couldn't find it. My loss.
An interesting sight was seeing this temple in the middle of a normal thoroughfare.
There was a beautiful Russian Orthodox church close by also. I think I just got lazy to get my camera out of the bag. One of the reasons why we should all travel around like Japanese tourists constantly clicking away.
Did a lot of must-dos today. Saw the Grand, Petit Palais (to think that Louis and Marie lost theirs heads exactly for this kind of construction). Palais de Chaillot exudes grandeur. Also, the best view of the Eiffel tower is certainly from here. Sat in the Jardins du Trocadero and started 'The Salterton Trilogy', Robertson Davies. Walked on to Ecole Militaire and then Hotel des Invalides. Its beautiful. What I liked the most:
What interesting attention to detail! And to think that its actually a hospital, in all probability for the wounded of war.I have also realised that we go around seeing ancient beauties and have boulevards named after people who are so trivial in the greater scheme of things. But the real genuises are neglected. Found what I was hoping existed...
I think Eva Curie's biography of her mother is one of the best books that I have read. She has captured the emotions so beautifully and objectively.
The part in the book when Pierre Curie has the fatal accident and Madame Curie's reaction to it - I wept. I wept thinking that with all the genius and the Nobel and the adulation, I do not want her life and to know her unhappiness. I know every life has its tragedies but I will happily go through life as a nonentity without such heart wrenching losses.I must have been very close to Pasteur's lab as well but I didn't have the number. Searched on part of the street Rue des Fosses St Jacques, where it is supposed to be, but couldn't find it. My loss.
An interesting sight was seeing this temple in the middle of a normal thoroughfare.
There was a beautiful Russian Orthodox church close by also. I think I just got lazy to get my camera out of the bag. One of the reasons why we should all travel around like Japanese tourists constantly clicking away.
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