Last weekend I was in Paris,
determined to see the exhibition of the Orient Express at the Institute of the
Arab World. Outside there were wagons to
inspect, inside a collection of artefacts to view. But my determination flew to the four corners
of the world when I saw the crowds queuing at the entrance! I hate queuing!!!
So I took a few shots of the locomotive and skedaddled. What the hell, I’ll see it next time. By the way, the exhibition is the opening
gambit by SNCF, who plan to re-instate the Orient Express later this year. Not sure whether they’ll get to Baghdad,
but even just to Istanbul would be
pretty cool.
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| Enjoying the sunshine next to the Seine! |
Anyway, I took myself off and down the river, passing Notre
Dame along the way. And luck was with
me, because while I was busy taking photos of stolen gargoyles a band struck up
a merry tune, a large side door opened, and a procession of well dressed people
carrying banners emerged and marched down the street. Apparently some Grand Legume (bigshot) was
visiting the cathedral, a bishop or whatnot.
It was very interesting, anyway, and all the tourists were watching
transfixed, while I darted in between them taking pictures of gargoyles.
I think that counts as one of My Gay and Glamorous Life
episodes!
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| Mutilated gargoyle of Notre Dame |
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| Ditto |
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| And again |
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| Side door opens ... |
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| Hotel Dieu is a hospital |
