Oh, today has been heaven-sent. I had breakfast at Laduree (cafe creme and a praline macaron) with my dear friend P, which is about a good a start to a day as this world can conjure up. I was already glowing from yesterday afternoon's tea spent with an adorable and so hospitable French family in their bijou apartment not far from here.
After Laduree then, I set out with my trusty art sack and just went wherever my fancy struck me. And it struck me at Musee d'Orsay, in front of an elephant and its birdy admirer, who were nose to nose. Or, let us say, trunk to beak.
Next, I crossed the river at Pont Royal and walked along the very edge of the Seine, where the houseboats are moored. You can walk quite a long way on this path and I did. I was enraptured---there's no other way to say it. Everywhere I looked was something visually delightful. And then I came upon this dinghy, bursting with Gallic pride, as evidenced by a giant French flag that snapped to attention in the strong breeze.
I sat on a low stone wall and drew and then looked and thought how very lucky I am to be here, to have new and old friends in my life. And how grateful.