Cyril, thanks I could not find a motorcycle mueseum either. I guess its to the Louve with my wife and to Momontre for crepes! Enjoy your time there,-John
You can visit the Harley shop east, beyond Champs Eylsees, they would know. Should you go, could you please report back on the shop’s demeanor? They were not amused by Harley antique in 1996, and we wonder now if that’s changed at all.
We took a taxi to the dealership, (our driver had just lost cell phone)….On the way back, our driver cut someone off, and gave him the finder with his arm hanging out the window, (but made it a slow maneuver for contemplative viewing). But, we soon became stuck-solid in a traffic jam. The finger-ee suddenly appeared at our drivers window, and our driver, needing to show heart, stepped out of his cab and they fought. We jumped out of the cab and walked to Champs Eyleese (comhs e-lease) going west.
Next, a smartly dressed couple went out of their way, imo, “to cross in front of our view” and walk across an intersection to the shops along the river. My wife said, “That was Gregory Peck, he’s from La Jolla (Hoya)”. Ok, I said and moved west. She then pinched me hard above my left elbow and held-on with great pressure. I followed, but we stayed but far behind them trying to look “local”. His wife Veronique slipped inside a shop to peruse a collection of espadrilles. Mr. Peck followed, found a chair in the salon, and was sitting with their small cockadoodle on his lap.
We entered the shop and Suzie smoothly introduced us. His appearance was physical perfection. Easily Mr. Peck could have stayed seated. He chose to rise up out of his chair with no hands, and still holding his dog, when I mentioned a shared restaurant on Prospect Place named Rancho-rito’s.
We received a manilla envelope months later, with a studio photo of Greg signed, “See you on the left bank!”, where it hangs in our hallway today.
I’ve come to learn, that if you enter a shop in France, it’s a gesture of Aloha to purchase something, anything. Not a requirement, but they’ll consider you hip.
OMG those French pastries…..Anyone going to Laguna Seca for MotoGP can find some equally good at Peninsula Pastries in Salinas and the owner, David, races at Bonneville !
Bon séjour en France et si tu passes par Toulouse, c’est avec plaisir que je viendrai te saluer.
Pour info, salon de la moto à Toulouse à partir du 18 Novembre.
Have a romantic and magical time!
Hey yose some kinda photo-art guy?
OK, gotta show my lack of culture and ask what the rows of red & brown items on the left are. I assume they’s vittles?
Woody. Evidently, french pastries.
Cyril, thanks I could not find a motorcycle mueseum either. I guess its to the Louve with my wife and to Momontre for crepes! Enjoy your time there,-John
You can visit the Harley shop east, beyond Champs Eylsees, they would know. Should you go, could you please report back on the shop’s demeanor? They were not amused by Harley antique in 1996, and we wonder now if that’s changed at all.
We took a taxi to the dealership, (our driver had just lost cell phone)….On the way back, our driver cut someone off, and gave him the finder with his arm hanging out the window, (but made it a slow maneuver for contemplative viewing). But, we soon became stuck-solid in a traffic jam. The finger-ee suddenly appeared at our drivers window, and our driver, needing to show heart, stepped out of his cab and they fought. We jumped out of the cab and walked to Champs Eyleese (comhs e-lease) going west.
Next, a smartly dressed couple went out of their way, imo, “to cross in front of our view” and walk across an intersection to the shops along the river. My wife said, “That was Gregory Peck, he’s from La Jolla (Hoya)”. Ok, I said and moved west. She then pinched me hard above my left elbow and held-on with great pressure. I followed, but we stayed but far behind them trying to look “local”. His wife Veronique slipped inside a shop to peruse a collection of espadrilles. Mr. Peck followed, found a chair in the salon, and was sitting with their small cockadoodle on his lap.
We entered the shop and Suzie smoothly introduced us. His appearance was physical perfection. Easily Mr. Peck could have stayed seated. He chose to rise up out of his chair with no hands, and still holding his dog, when I mentioned a shared restaurant on Prospect Place named Rancho-rito’s.
We received a manilla envelope months later, with a studio photo of Greg signed, “See you on the left bank!”, where it hangs in our hallway today.
I’ve come to learn, that if you enter a shop in France, it’s a gesture of Aloha to purchase something, anything. Not a requirement, but they’ll consider you hip.
Excellent
Most beautiful! You must eat pastries for me!
OMG those French pastries…..Anyone going to Laguna Seca for MotoGP can find some equally good at Peninsula Pastries in Salinas and the owner, David, races at Bonneville !
Kirk Perry Nice story man! We will stick to riding the Metro! also will try to stop by that harley shop.
Salut Cyril,
Bon séjour en France et si tu passes par Toulouse, c’est avec plaisir que je viendrai te saluer.
Pour info, salon de la moto à Toulouse à partir du 18 Novembre.
A bientôt
Beautuful city. Hope to get back there someday. Sooner than later.