Last Tuesday was THE BEST...or was it...Wednesday?? I have this seemingly unattainable goal to keep all posts on-time and in chronological order, as if that matters to anyone else in the universe other than moi. But unless you pull it together and post religiously, every day, it all starts to get a little blurry after about the twelfth hour. Which brings me to my original thought - last Thursday was grrr-eat!
Somewhere, somehow, I came across a tip to visit the nearly 200 year Deyrolle. I guess you would call it a store of taxidermy, which also sells some animal and plant art, gardening supplies, etc. It is just incredible - like a petit musee d'histoire naturelle! I told my son that I would absolutely grab him a souvenir from Deyrolle, because of course, why wouldn't you do that for your animal loving son? But with a single bug running upwards of 70 euros (the stuffed lion above was 30k euros), he was forced to get happy with a $4 postcard instead.
Down the street from Deyrolle was Laduree, home to the original macaroon and what has to be one of the city's most exciting window displays. We shoveled out an exorbitant amount of money for sixteen bites of heaven to-go, and then headed over to meet my mom at the Musee d'Orsay.
We didn't make it to the Louve this trip, but the Musee d'Orsay was one I made sure not to miss. I knew there would be more recognizable art here for the four-foot tall art lover. The fact that it's in an old train station made preparing her for it a breeze - anyone heard of a little old movie called or Hugo?
Walking through the top floor, we got to see the museum's cafe, which I loved. More that the lighting or the orange wire space dividers, I loved, loved this large, Art Nouveau piece that hung above the dining room. {Eugene Grasset, Harmony}
Drool-worthy, no? My mom treated us to lunch in the main restaurant, a space she was really wanting to see. We had a great meal, and while watching Beanie sketch the ceiling above her, my mom talked about how she now prefers to sketch her travels more than photograph them. She says this way, the visual information is imprinted in your brain and never leaves you!