Postcards From Paris

After landing in fog, weather cleared for a perfect winter weather with blue sky and temperatures in the 65 F. Happy…

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12 Responses to “Postcards From Paris”


  1. 1 Sasha Nov 12th, 2011 at 9:04 am

    Have a romantic and magical time!

  2. 2 Kirk Perry Nov 12th, 2011 at 9:28 am

    Hey yose some kinda photo-art guy?

  3. 3 Woody Nov 12th, 2011 at 10:22 am

    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?

  4. 4 Henry Nov 12th, 2011 at 10:32 am

    Woody. Evidently, french pastries.

  5. 5 chicagojohn Nov 12th, 2011 at 2:50 pm

    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

  6. 6 Kirk Perry Nov 13th, 2011 at 1:39 pm

    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.

  7. 7 martin Twofeather Nov 13th, 2011 at 6:27 pm

    Excellent

  8. 8 Pepper Massey Nov 13th, 2011 at 8:05 pm

    Most beautiful! You must eat pastries for me!

  9. 9 Philippe Danh Nov 14th, 2011 at 6:30 pm

    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 !

  10. 10 chicagojohn Nov 14th, 2011 at 10:25 pm

    Kirk Perry Nice story man! We will stick to riding the Metro! also will try to stop by that harley shop.

  11. 11 Jacques Nov 15th, 2011 at 6:46 am

    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

  12. 12 Walt Lumpkin Nov 16th, 2011 at 2:36 am

    Beautuful city. Hope to get back there someday. Sooner than later.

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