Saturday, June 28, 2014

Home Sweet Home

It has been a few days since I left Paris and returned to my home in California. In some ways it is wonderful to be home, but in other ways I am sad that my great adventure is over (for now). 

Getting back to reality is always difficult as I am now faced with a mountain of laundry, mail stacked to the ceiling, bills to pay, a dusty house (how does that happen when I'm gone?) and my ever-present "To Do" list that is still sitting on my desk where I left it 5-1/2 weeks ago. Plus, I brought home an extra (not to be disclosed) amount of weight that I have to shed before anything in my closet will fit! 

Sigh.

But there's something else. 

There is a wonderful freedom that I enjoy when I'm traveling around the world without any immediate responsibility. It's hard to explain, but it's a feeling of release.  For a while, I am free from the daily pressures of life, and in that place, I experience God's presence. It's a rich and satisfying feeling knowing He is near and there is nothing standing between us.  There is no pressure to perform. There are no deadlines. No one is watching or judging. There are minimal expectations. I can simply BE . . . and in this unencumbered state, I am naturally drawn to Him.

The question I am now asking myself is what changes do I need to make in my life that will allow me to STAY in this place of intimacy and encounter in the midst of my daily responsibilities? Why must I allow the pursuits or entanglements of living (sometimes it feels more like survival) choke out The One who sustains me?  That's not the way it is supposed to be.

The first and greatest command is to love God with our whole being. But isn't it rare to find someone who is completely God-centered? Isn't it more "normal" for people to focus on trying to make life work apart from Him? 

Hmmm.

Being fully His; staying connected - these pursuits will be my next adventure - right here at home.

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

The Stained Glass of Notre-Dame

I sure am enjoying the leisurely pace of my life in Paris! 

I shared with Stan this morning that I believe I was meant to have a palace in the Parisian countryside and spend lazy summers reading intriguing novels, sipping cool lemonade, and riding horseback along meandering rivers. And every Saturday I should be attending formal balls wearing beautiful evening gowns and dancing in the arms of a man in uniform (or Fred Astaire). Don't you think?

Shhh. Don't wake me.

My mother always shakes her head at my romanticism, but I can't help it! I take after my father . . . my earthly father AND my precious Heavenly Father.  He is, after all, the most romantic being I know.  One of my favorite worship songs goes like this:

Divine Romance, by Phil Wickham

The fullness of Your grace is here with me 
The richness of Your beauty is all I see 
The brightness of Your glory has arrived 
In Your presence God, I'm completely satisfied 

For You - I sing, I dance 
I rejoice in this divine romance 
I lift my heart and my hands 
To show my love, to show my love 

Today we returned to Notre-Dame because I wanted to see the inside of the cathedral. The stained glass was beautiful. After walking around for awhile, we stopped at Hard Rock Cafe for lunch. Eating at Hard Rock is one of our traditions - we try to find one in every city we visit.

On the subway in Paris.

Notre-Dame



















My name on the walls of Notre-Dame!















City Hall, Paris


Me and my sunbrella strolling the streets of Paris.


Sunday, June 22, 2014

Up At The Crack Of Dawn

My wake-up call rang LOUDLY in my ear at 5:00 AM.

The thoughts in my head went something like this:

Yawn! Is it time to get up already? It feels like I just went to bed! Whose bright idea was it to get up early and take photos at this un-Godly hour anyway? Oh yeah, it was mine. Okay. Stop whining and get going. And don't forget your camera.

Poor Stan! He was still asleep when he came to my room to pick me up this morning. I don't even think his eyes were open. We made our way to the train and joined all the drunks (literally) and party-ers who had been up all night at the music festival. People were dragging themselves onto the train and then fighting to stay awake so they wouldn't miss their stop. And we saw two people holding a guy up that was too drunk to stand. Crazy! 

Apparently, Paris holds an annual music festival that coincides with Solstice (the longest day of the year).  The organizers coordinate a mix of professional and amateur musicians from all genres of music to perform at various sights around the city including street corners and cafes. All concerts are free and train service on the night of the festival is also free.  It sounds fun, but throw several thousand tourists into the mix (and lots of alcohol) and you can imagine the mayhem.  

The morning after looked like a hurricane had blown through town! Parts of the city were LITTERED with bottles, cans, cigarette butts and trash. It looked and smelled disgusting. I felt sorry for the municipal workers who were trying to clean up the mounds of trash everywhere this morning. Why can't people have a good time without trashing the place? And why can't they clean up after their flippin dogs ... or better yet, leave them at home?

Anyway, I was annoyed because some of the sights I wanted to photograph were so littered with trash it ruined the shot.

Okay, enough whining, we made the best of it.

Our first stop was the Musée de l'Armée (Army Museum) which includes the Dome Church and the Tomb of Napoleon Bonaparte.

A little history on Napoleon: On May 5, 1821, Napoleon died on the island of St. Helena where he had been in exile since 1815. He was buried in the Geranium valley. His remains rested there until October 15, 1840 when they were exhumed and brought to Paris under the direction of Louis-Philippe, who demanded that the English return the emperor to French soil. A state funeral was held and the remains were laid to rest in St. Jerome's Chapel. Napoleon's remains were moved again in 1861 when his tomb was completed at Dome Church.


The Dome Church

Dome Church 



These tiny cars are everywhere!


Saw this gas pump on the way to the train.



Stan checking the map.

Next stop was the Avenue des Champs-Elysees, one of the most famous streets in Paris which ends at the Arc de Triomphe and is close to the Grand Palais - our third stop.

Avenue des Champs-Elysees

The Grand Palais is an exhibition hall and museum complex, and directly across the street is the Petit Palais which houses the City of Paris Fine Arts Museum. Both of these buildings were constructed in the late 1800's for the 1900 Exposition.

The Grand Palais
The Grand Palais


The Petit Palais


Love the detail on this door





Continuing on, I ran over to the Pont Alexander, III (bridge) that spans the Seine and connects the Champs-Elysees quarter and the Eiffel Tower quarter. This bridge is classified as a French Historical Monument.

Pont Alexander, III with Dome Church in the background.






Our final stop before breakfast was the Louvre. This massive complex is too big for my camera-lense to capture, so I included a photo from the Internet.  The glass pyramid structure in the middle of the complex has an interesting story. This is from Wikipedia:

The pyramid and the underground lobby beneath it were created because the Louvre's original main entrance could no longer handle the enormous number of visitors it receives on an every day basis. Today, visitors descend through the pyramid into the spacious lobby then re-ascend into the main Louvre buildings.
Design historian, Mark Pimiott, "I.M. Pei’s plan distributes people effectively from the central concourse to myriad destinations within its vast subterranean network... the architectonic framework evokes, at gigantic scale, an ancient atrium of a Pompeiian villa; the treatment of the opening above, with its tracery of engineered castings and cables, evokes the atria of corporate office buildings; the busy movement of people from all directions suggests the concourses of rail terminal or international airports."

The construction of the pyramid triggered considerable controversy because many people felt that the futuristic edifice looked quite out of place in front of the Louvre Museum with its classical architecture.  Certain detractors ascribed a "Pharaonic complex" to Mitterrand. Others praised the juxtaposition of contrasting architectural styles as a successful merger of the old and the new - the classical and the ultra-modern.

The Louvre






Louvre Shmouve, let's have breakfast.


While we were there, I couldn't resist taking a few shots of this bride and groom!







After breakfast, we decided to visit the Musée des Arts Decoratifs (Museum of Decorative Arts and Fashion) and the Musée de l'Orangerie - an art gallery of impressionist and post-impressionist paintings.  The gallery is the permanent home for eight murals, "Water Lilies" by Claude Monet and also contains works by Pablo Picasso, Pierre-Auguste Renoir (my favorite), Paul Cezanne and many others.

Pierre-Auguste Renoir

Pierre-Auguste Renoir


Pierre-Auguste Renoir


Pierre-Auguste Renoir


Pablo Picasso

Saturday, June 21, 2014

View From The Top

This is going to be short because I have a 5:00 AM wake-up call tomorrow! Stan and I are going on an early photo-shoot so we can take a few shots without crowds of people everywhere.

Today (Saturday) we went to see Notre-Dame (exterior only because the line to get in was a mile long), had lunch at the Mexican restaurant we went to the other day, and took a tour of the Eiffel Tower including a ride all the way to the TOP!

The history of Notre-Dame and the Eiffel Tower is SO interesting. I do not have time to share the details in this post . . . perhaps later.  In the meantime here are some of the shots I took today.

Hope you enjoy!

The Opera House
(Again, because it's my favorite.)
The Opera House
I love the exterior and interior of this building.

The Opera House

The Opera House

The Grand Hotel, Paris
I like the light fixtures.

The Grand Hotel, Paris

I loved this marble tile and pattern.


Old Glory in the middle.





Stan


Notre-Dame


Notre-Dame


Notre-Dame


South (?) side of Notre-Dame


Here is one of the many bridges in Paris that is covered with love-locks.  What happens is, sweethearts write their names on a padlock, attach it to the railing and throw the key into the river to symbolize unbreakable love. Notice the couple in the background taking their wedding photos on the bridge . . .

Here is a story about love-locks from Wikipedia:

The history of love padlocks dates back at least 100 years to a melancholy Serbian tale of World War I, with an attribution for the bridge Most Ljubavi (lit. the Bridge of Love) in spa town of Vrnjačka Banja. A local school-mistress named Nada, who was from Vrnjačka Banja, fell in love with a Serbian officer named Relja. After they committed to each other Relja went to war in Greece where he fell in love with a local woman from Corfu. As a consequence, Relja and Nada broke off their engagement. Nada never recovered from that devastating blow, and after some time she died due to heartbreak from her unfortunate love. Young women from Vrnjačka Banja wanted to protect their own loves so they started writing down their names, with the names of their loved ones, on padlocks and affixing them to the railings of the bridge where Nada and Relja used to meet.

Love Locks





Notre-Dame from the other side of the river.


Lunch break.


The city of love.

The Eiffel Tower has three observation decks. We stopped at each one! The view from the top deck was spectacular.  My photos do not do justice. (My stomach was in my throat the whole time, so that did not help my photography either!) I thought of my cousin Andrew while I was here because I believe he proposed to his wife in Paris. Was it at the Eiffel Tower?








Historic Paris in the foreground, modern Paris in the background.


Taken from the middle deck.






Maggie in Paris.











Arc de Triomphe








Taken from inside the elevator.