A magnificent morning

Having been so busy to-ing and fro-ing to monuments and museums, Lucy and I had mostly been eating where we found ourselves at meal time. However, once we discovered that ‘Paris’s oldest patisserie’ was around the corner from our hotel, it made sense to make a dedicated stop there for breakfast at some stage.

And so, on our last day, we did the decent thing and stocked up:




I don’t know why, but I was particularly taken with the pink piggies:


Once we’d found a coffee cart in the main park, it seemed as good a place as any to enjoy a very Continental start to the day:


The surroundings were quite tranquil, and in spite of the cool morning there were plenty of ducks in the water:


I couldn’t help but wonder if the nearby statue hurt their feelings:


We made friends with the ducks for a while and watched some very dedicated joggers fog up the horizon. Eventually we followed them towards the Seine and to the Musee D’Orsay.

(I will leave our last tourist stop to my last tourist post about Paris…)