After a lengthy holiday such as this ones emotions are always split between wanting to remain and wanting to be back at home. After just a few days in Europe it is hard to believe we have another life in Australia. Conversely when we are in Australia we hardly believe we have a life in Europe. That is until we start packing and have to contemplate the rigours of the journey back to Hobart.
Because today was our last day in Paris, we walked through some of the areas we always enjoy the most. A stroll down rue Caulaincourt and then to Abbesses brought us to the park where we sat and enjoyed it ambience.
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| At Abbesses |
As we walked on, we passed a beautiful old racing car.
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| Parisian Elegance |
Then on to the funicular where like typical Parisians we decided that everyone was waiting to buy tickets and since we already had ours we jumped to the head of the queue. At the top of the Butte there was a promotional market for the Perigord region. Lovely food, wine, fruit and lots of tastings.
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| Le Perigord Market |
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| Selling Perigord Tourism |
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| Drumming up Business |
Lunch saw us at Chez Plumeau again where Virginia's favourite lamb dish was not on the menu. Baaa. So we made do with something else. When we left there we wandered back through the Place du Tertre where there are always artists of every sort. Among the most interesting (and most talented) are the "living statues." Here is one that blew us away.
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| A Living Statue |
Then home to finish packing, clean the apartment and prepare ourselves for the trauma of leaving.
Au revoir Paris. A bientot.
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