I am flying home today from Paris. The whole thing was kind of a lark, a decision made on about 12 days notice.
The reason I decided to go to Paris was to see the Dior exhibit, and I did see it. It was worth the trip despite being horribly crowded and hot, it was worth the trouble despite the fact that there were a couple of rooms from which I desired nothing except the opportunity to flee.
But I persevered. There are no photos from the Dior in this post. My friend Liana joined me, and posted lots of photos on facebook, if we are connected there, you may have seen them. But I will get around to posting my own photos and sharing my thoughts in my own time. I am still more or less slow to adapt to the idea of instant access, although travelling with more connected friends does push my horizons a bit.
I had no other real plans in Paris, rather than to walk where we felt like walking and do whatever we felt like doing. I've been to Paris before. I've seen the major sites, and I'll probably see them again sometime, but frankly I was happy just to walk. I may have told friends I would go to the Gauguin exhibit at the Grand Palais, but it didn't happen.
We did go to the opera, where we saw a fabulous production of Falstaff, with Bryn Terfel singing the lead. Paris and Dior and Falstaff, lots of walking, and a few good meals is enough for any weekend.
