The last day in Paris is always bittersweet-looking forward to being home and feeling sad to leave this beautiful place. I always feel this way at the end of a trip, but with Paris the sadness to be leaving is stronger.

La Galerie Dior

For about a year I read on French travel group posts about the wonderful Dior museum. Learning it had only been opened since 2022 partly explained why I didn’t know about it on my last trip in 2024.

After reading how much people loved the museum, I got timed-entry tickets for Paul and me before we left home.

Before we visited the museum, we had time to take one last stroll and discovered a little park on the other side of the Champs-Elysees. The weather was so perfect I felt like Paris was telling me not to leave.

As we walked out of the little park, we discovered the Jeff Koons sculpture, Bouquet of Tulips. The US presented it to Paris in 2019 to commemorate the lives lost in the 2015 and 2016 terrorist attacks.

The Dior Museum was beautiful and educational. I knew of Dior but did not know about his contributions and innovations in the fashion world. The museum is in the original House of Dior on 30 Avenue Montaigne.

There were so many beautiful displays-gowns, photos, film clips, jewelry and perfume bottles. A multi-level diorama of almost 2,000 miniature creations from 1947 to the present greeted us as we walked in.

There were many displays of actual Dior creations.

One of the most impressive displays was a Dior cuff bracelet.

Last Paris Dinner

Paul’s only request for our last dinner in Paris was chicken. He thinks the roasted chicken in France is magical. I think it is so good because they don’t put anything artificial in their chickens to make them grow bigger.

We found a bistrot close to our hotel with roast chicken on the menu and good reviews. Paul reserved a table, and I hoped it would live up to his memories.

He was not disappointed. His roast chicken was as tasty as he remembered, and we had a lovely dinner at Le Bistrot Marbeuf..

Parting Thoughts

I leave more in love with Paris than ever. Interactions with the local people I meet are always a highlight. The young man on the very crowded metro who heard us speaking English and helped us get through the crowds at our stop. The woman at the award-winning boulangerie who greeted me like a local after my first visit. The woman from Congo who cleaned our room and brought us extra coffee pods.

The effortless style, beauty and diversity of people on the street inspire me. People watching in Paris is always entertaining.

I love listening to people speaking French and seeing how much I understand-most of the time not much.

Eating local food is one of our favorite ways to learn about the place we are visiting. Paris food is easy to enjoy, especially for a bread lover like me.

This week I felt like the croissants were even better than I remembered. Just today I learned why-Julien, the boulangerie next door where we got our morning pain au chocolate has won numerous awards of excellence. Best baguette in 1995, best croissant in 2005, and best pain au chocolate in 2007. The French take their bread very seriously.

Since it was our last day and I had not had a crepe on this trip, we sought out the best local creperie. With the help of Google and our hotel, we found La Creperie Francaise, and I had one of the best Nutella crepes ever. I was in crepe heaven.

Tomorrow we fly home, and my wonderful memories of Paris will come with me.

A bientot, cher Paris.

We took advantage of the beautiful weather today and spent our time walking in different parts of Paris. Paris is like a collection of little villages and wandering the charming neighborhoods is one of the best ways to experience them.

After having an amazing pan au chocolate for breakfast, I walked in the Tuilerie Gardens while Paul finished a little work. Created in 1564 by Catherine de Medici, the beautiful garden in the heart of Paris is a popular spot to walk, run, and relax.

I saw people getting their breakfast crepes at a little stand.

One of the things I love about Paris is finding beautiful little parks in unexpected places. As I walked the beautiful Tuileries, I noticed sweet little parks along the side of the gardens.

Anchoring one end of the Tuileries, Place de la Concorde is a beautiful and historic site. The obelisk at the center is more than 3,000 years old and was a gift from Egypt in the 19th century. The guillotine stood in this square during the French Revolution.

It was hard to get a clear view of the obelisk because workers were putting up huge white tents for the Salon d’Automne international art festival. Held in Paris since 1903, the festival first introduced Impressionism to a wider audience.

Lovely Day on the Seine

I first read about Le Zouave de l’Alma in Jo and Patricia’s Spiritual Connections newsletter and wanted to find it when we were in Paris. Built in 1856, the stone statue depicts a Zouave, a soldier in a French military unit associated with North Africa. The Zouave of the Alma bridge is a beloved Paris landmark and an unofficial indicator of flooding on the Seine.

Paul had finished his work, so he joined me and we walked to the Alma Bridge. We found Le Zouave under the bridge on the Right Bank. When the Seine River reaches his feet, it signifies significant flooding. Now , he is an informal flood indicator because the bridge was rebuilt in 1970, and his position changed.

It was a quintessential beautiful Paris day. People walked along the Seine and lunched on the steps.

Dinner at a Favorite Place

Ever since we discovered Evi Evian, a Greek restaurant in the Saint-Germaine-des-Pres area of Paris a few trips ago, we return when we are in Paris. I especially love going there because they have a delicious mushroom moussaka.

When we there two years ago we met the manager, Ibrahim. We enjoyed talking with him and learning about his homeland, Tunisia. Tonight when we arrived we were so happy to see he was still there.

He had time to chat, and it was so great to hear about his life during the last two years. When we told him we were too full for dessert, he insisted on bringing us something light. He brought us this amazing dessert of pressed brioche, vanilla cream, chantilly cream and chopped pistachios. It wasn’t light, but it was delicious.

After dinner we walked around the lively Saint-Germaine-des-Pres area and then took the metro back to our hotel.

After watching Knife Edge:Chasing Michelin Stars, we thought it would be interesting to try a Michelin star restaurant in Paris. The Apple TV series showed how stressful it is for restaurants to pursue a Michelin star, one of the highest culinary honors.

As we looked at Michelin star options in Paris, we had a few requirements: it had to be reasonably priced and vegetarian friendly. Once again AI helped us out and suggested lunch at Anona. Lunch is much more affordable than dinner and Anona promoted its vegetarian options.

We booked a table, planned our metro route, and arrived twenty minutes before our reservation. Exploring the neighborhood while we killed time, we realized there was a great view of Sacre Coeur in the distance.

Prelude

We were the first customers to arrive for our 12:15 reservation.

Although service is not a component of earning a Michelin Star, the Anona staff provided excellent service. After being welcomed and seated by at least three different people, Paul chose the three-course meal created by the chef for that day. I chose the three-course option that allowed me to select each course. Half of the options for each course were vegetarian.

One of my dessert options was popcorn. Since I love popcorn and couldn’t imagine how it could be a dessert, I had to choose it.

The young, knowledgeable sommelier helped us choose the best wine for our meal. The way he explained each wine and how it paired with the food we had chosen was so interesting.

He also spoke the best English, so we relied on him to help us understand the menu. Each dish had an elaborate description, and we needed to hear it from someone we could clearly understand. My French could not keep up.

After we ordered, the server brought us an amuse -bouche, to awaken our palate. In French, it means to amuse the mouth. Four different items woke up our palates, all made with onions. The server told us they were all finger food and the suggested order to eat them.

They were amazing! The little balls on the spoons were like onion bubbles with warm essence of onion inside.

Three Courses

With properly awakened palates, we awaited our first course. Mine was a stuffed leek with fig and tangy veloute.

Leeks were the base of Paul’s first course, as well, but it looked and tasted nothing like mine.

My second course was an Ile-de-France mushroom with celeriac, coffee and walnuts. It was the signature dish of the restaurant and my server’s favorite. I think I could eat this every day.

Paul had trout with pumpkin.

After our intriguing main course, the beautiful dessert course arrived. My popcorn dessert was the fanciest, tasty popcorn I have ever eaten. The dish included toasted corn chocolate, citrus marmalade and a tiny sorbet oval.

Paul’s little cheesecake looked a bit plain next to my dessert.

At the end of our meal, we agreed our Michelin star dining experience lived up to our expectations and hope to do it again someday.

Cezanne et Nous

After enjoying beautiful food we enjoyed beautiful art and a great exhibit at the Grand Palais, Paris’ magnificent exhibition building.

Cezanne et Nous (Cezanne and Us) focused on Cezanne’s paintings and how his work influenced other painters. Often called the father of modern art, the French painter influenced Matisse, Picasso and many other more contemporary artists.

The works and words of seventy-eight other artists influenced by Cezanne dramatically demonstrated his significant and continuing influence in the art world.

Although the exhibit was crowded, I left feeling enriched by the beautiful art and more knowledgeable about Cezanne’s amazing contributions.

When planning this trip, my top priority was to visit newly restored Notre Dame. The first time I entered the amazing Gothic cathedral in 2013, it felt more sacred than any place I had ever been. When it burned in 2019, like much of the world, I felt devastated.

We didn’t get a timed entrance, but the official web site assured me it was usually about a twenty-minute wait. It was a little longer, but the sunny day and great people watching made the time go quickly.

The last two times we were here we witnessed the rebuilding process, but the interior was still closed. Finally, today we got to enter and see how beautifully it was restored. Watching specials about the opening of the interior, I noticed how much whiter it was now, and I wanted to see it in real life.

The pictures were right-the interior is now much lighter and brighter.

We were fortunate that priests were conducting a mass while we were there, and they were chanting as we entered. At the end of the mass, about fifty priests proceeded down the aisle and out a side door. I am not Catholic and didn’t understand much of what was happening, but I felt so moved by the powerful experience.

I saw beautiful art everywhere-stained glass windows, statues, metal and stone work. The side chapels were as beautiful as the main sanctuary.

Shakespeare and Lunch

After being totally awed by Notre Dame, we walked a short distance to visit Shakespeare and Company, one of the most famous English language bookstores in the world.

Originally opened in 1919, it became a gathering place for writers such as Ernest Hemingway and Ezra Pound

Since we had yet to have French onion soup (called onion soup here), we searched for a lunch spot that served it. We were lucky to find Les Fous de L’ile.

The soup was rich and flavorful, the bistro was quaint, and the staff were so nice to us. The charming host spoke French with me and before we ordered gently asked if we wanted a menu in English.

Classical Music in a Beautiful Church

We capped off our beautiful day with a classic music concert in an 18th century church that looks like a Greek temple.

La Madeliene, as it is usually known, is dedicated to Mary Magdalene. The sculptural decoration above the main altar depicts her being carried up to Heaven.

The dramatic altar was where a five-piece string ensemble, part of the Paris String Orchestra, performed works by Pachelbel, Bach, Mozart, Massenet, and Vivaldi. It was wonderful and ended much too quickly. As we left the church after the concert, we noticed the famous grand organ at the back.

We started our day in one beautiful cathedral and ended it in another. And even though Paul thinks we visit too many churches when we travel, he agreed it was a good day.

After our wonderful time in Montepulciano, we flew to Paris, my favorite city in the world. This is my ninth visit to the City of Light, and my time here never feels long enough.

When I am here I love using my rusty French, and most of the time the kind French smile and answer in English or slow French. Today, in one of the stores, a clerk asked me if I was Spanish. Think I need to work on my accent.

Views From The Top

Today we spent a lovely day strolling the beautiful Paris streets. Beauty is part of everyday life in Paris and woven into the smallest details. I think that is why a simple Paris walk feels like a feast for the eyes and the soul.

We visited two iconic Paris department stores, Printemps and Galleries Lafayette, for the roof top views and beautiful architectural features.

Printemps’ Art Nouveau golden rooftop structures are a Paris landmark.

With its central glass dome and ornate balconies, Galleries Lafayette is so beautiful on the inside that it seemed more people were sightseeing than shopping.

Dinner With A Dear Friend

After a beautiful day wandering the Paris streets, we met our friend Moira for dinner. I met Moira in 2013 through a mutual friend when we were in Paris for a month. Seeing her on each of our visits is always a highlight.

Because we had a little trouble with metro stops on our way to meet her, we decided to walk home. It was a beautiful night, and we got to enjoy more Paris enchantment.

I especially loved walking across the Seine and seeing the Eiffel Tower.

After our time in Florence, we met our friend Scott at the Florence airport and drove to Montepulciano for four days at his new home. It was dark when we arrived, but the city was still as magical as I remembered.

Montepulciano is a beautiful, ancient hill city in Tuscany. It may be the hilliest of the Tuscan hill towns I have visited. Or it may feel that way because I am older and the hills seem steeper now. Whatever the reason, I am so happy we packed lighter for this trip.

The next morning we appreciated the beautiful area even more when we had breakfast on Scott’s terrace, enjoying the amazing views.

Cooking on a Farm

Thanks to a wonderful recommendation from a friend, we booked a cooking class at an agriturismo. Giacomo, chef, teacher and sommelier welcomed us to his beautiful farm.

I especially loved the beautiful olive trees that surrounded his home.

In the five-hour class Giacomo taught us how to make two kinds of pasta and tiramisu. He also shared his philosophy about good food and tips about preparing simple ingredients.

The best part came at the end when we enjoyed a five-course meal with wine pairings . I was pretty impressed with how well our part of the meal turned out.

Exploring Montepulciano

Although we have been here twice before, I never get tired of the beautiful sights.

For the first time we took the Hop On Hop Off of the city. It is really a baby bus because the streets are so narrow. And a baby tour because the city is so small.

Of course, we ate wonderful food and drank great wines-it would be hard not to in Tuscany. I discovered a traditional version of my favorite gelato flavor-stracciatella. Unlike what I tried before, here they make it by putting a layer of vanilla, topped with melted chocolate, then more vanilla, more chocolate.

One afternoon I explored on my own. An interesting sculpture in a gallery entrance drew me in, and I discovered limited edition prints and sculpture by Salvador Dali.

The second floor of the gallery had one of the best views in the city.

Across the street was another small gallery devoted to the beautiful work of Massimo Cruciana who paints on glass. Now living in Assisi, he has exhibited his work all around the world. In 1995 Pope John Paul II received him when he donated a painting to the Vatican Contemporary Art Museum.

After being enchanted by Cruciana’s beautiful work, I walked to Chiesa di Sant’Agostino. The 13th century church has a Gothic-Renaissance exterior and beautiful Renaissance interior.

A sign invited visitors to see the Nativity at the side of the altar. The church was deserted, and I was a little hesitant to follow the sign because it looked like I was entering a private space. I walked into a small, dark, bare room. Behind glass on a far wall was a Nativity scene lit by Christmas lights.

Last Day In Montepulciano

After sleeping so well to the sound of rain in the night, we woke up to a foggy, mystical view out the window.

Italy has the highest organic food standards of any European country and Europe has the highest standards in the world. Knowing how pure, fresh and tasty Italian food is, I always try to make at least one meal with their amazing produce and cheese.

In the morning, we walked to a number of small markets and made a wonderful lunch with fresh, local cheese, bread, produce, meat and wine.

That night we went to Oesteria de Borgia for dinner. After another wonderful, traditional Tuscan meal, we visited with Francesco, the owner. He talked about how the wine industry is changing and the growing demand for organic wine. It was fun to see his passion and hear about his plans to bringing healthier Italian wine to the US.

As we prepare to leave Italy for Paris, I think about the beautiful area, historic buildings, healthy food, and amazing wine. But most of all I think about the friendliness of the people. As I struggled with getting my luggage down the stairs, a smiling man picked up my suitcase and carried it to the bottom of the stairs. Then he turned and went back up the stairs. He wasn’t going in my direction, but he took the time to help me. In that moment I felt like he represented all that makes Tuscany magical.

Paul had some work in the morning, and we had no specific plans for the day, so after breakfast I walked to Piazza Santa Croce. We stayed in that area in 2015, and I wanted to revisit the neighborhood.

It was a sunny, warm, and busy Sunday in Florence. So many people were on the streets and in the piazzas that I decided October is no longer shoulder season here.

You can’t go far in Florence without passing a church, museum or other historic site. I looked down one street and caught a glimpse of the Cattedrale di Santa Maria del Flore, better know as the Duomo.

A few blocks farther I passed a line of people at least three blocks long waiting to see the David at the Accademia. Although Michelangelo’s beautiful sculpture is worth waiting in line to see, I was happy I had seen it the last time we were here when the line was much shorter.

Unexpected Delights

When I got to Piazza Santa Croce, I was happily surprised to see an international ceramics fair being held there. There were beautiful pieces and interesting demonstrations.

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Paul met me at the ceramics festival and we walked to the Palazzo Vecchio and discovered another happy surprise. It was the last day of the Festival Nazionale Economia Civile. The festival is a national event about a different, more socially responsible way of doing economics. It brings together citizens, economists, businesses and politicians to discuss how the economy can improve people’s lives.

A beautiful piano performance was part of the festival.

After hours in the heat and crowds, we needed a little apertivo. We found a shaded spot on a quiet street and watched the world go by. I tried a Hugo Spritz for the first time and decided it may be my new favorite drink. When we went inside to pay we discovered what a charming place it was.

Last Night in Florence

Rejuvenated by a little break, we took a different route back to our hotel and enjoyed more of Florence. We even passed a chocolate shop giving samples.

We ate another great dinner at another great restaurant recommended by our hotel. Trattoria La Gratella, a small and very friendly restaurant, uses only food and wine from Tuscany. I think that is a big part of why everything tasted like the best ever.

Tomorrow we meet our friend at the airport Hertz counter and drive to his new home in Montepulciano for more Tuscan adventures.

I was thinking how much AI helped me plan this part of our trip. From finding an efficient flight to understanding the economic festival. It even helped us find a public restroom.

We had to get up early to catch our flight to Florence but were rewarded with a beautiful view of the early sunlight on distant buildings.

Finding the best way to get from Bordeaux to Florence was a little challenging. Train trips took about twelve hours, and most flights went to Paris first. Thanks to AI, I found a small airline that flew directly on some days of some months. Lucky for us they were flying on a day that worked for us. AI even assured me they were safe and reputable,

Volotea Airlines got us to Florence in a couple of hours, and we then checked into RoomMate, our lovely home for the next few days. After settling in, we set out to explore the neighborhood.

In 2015, we lived in Florence for five fabulous weeks and on this trip expected to easily find our way around the city. Although we were a little surprised by how unfamiliar everything seemed, after walking around a bit we had our bearings. An apertivo was a great way to start our first evening here.

Since we spent so much time in Florence in 2015, we wanted to find some different things to do for the next couple of days we are here. Augusto, front-desk staff extraordinaire, gave us great suggestions and marked them on our map.

I was especially thankful that he knew about the Florence flower show. Because I forget that Europeans write the day before the month, I thought it was next weekend.

Florence Flower Show

After breakfast, we walked to the flower show. Along the way we peeked in the door of one of Florence’s many beautiful churches.

After a short walk, we entered the park and saw luscious displays of flowers, plants, citrus trees, cactus, and bulbs.

People were choosing beautiful things to plant in their gardens, and I wanted to get something to plant. Just as I had this thought, I saw a stand selling seeds. This was a perfect solution for me! I got Italian seeds for basil, parsley and tomatoes. Fingers crossed they will grow in my Florida herb garden.

When we got to the back of the flower show we saw a beautiful conservatory and realized we had visited it in 2015. Unlike today when the park was filled with people, we were the only people walking in the park that rather rainey, dreary day and unsure if we were allowed to go in the conservatory. We took a chance, walked in and met a wonderful group of young men making a film there. They were so interesting and wanted to tell us all about their project. It is one of my favorite memories of our earlier trip here.

Mercato Centrale

On our walk home, we stopped at the huge Florence central market. It was filled with wonderful aromas and so many options to buy different foods or eat at the market.

Some popular vendors had long lines and made us wish we were hungrier.

I saw a vegetarian vendor with amazing options.

After we left the main market, we walked through a few of the streets surrounding the market. Leather goods and assertive vendors filled the streets.

Loving Laundromats

We have had some of our best experiences at laundromats in other countries, so we did not mind taking time after the market to do our laundry. Part of traveling light (my new travel goal) is washing clothes along the way. I enjoy spending time doing what the locals do and usually meet nice people.

Delightful Dinner

Our hotel gave us a list of good restaurants close to our hotel and made a reservation at the one we chose, Osteria Pepo.

We were able to sit by the window, and my classic Tuscan tomato bread soup was better than I remembered from our previous trip.

The reviews I read recommended the Tiramisu. We shared one, and it was so good, I think I should have ordered my own.

We talked with a lovely couple from Toronto who moved from Italy. They come to Italy every year to visit family.

We spent two wonderful days with our friends who now live in Bordeaux.

After a leisurely breakfast on our first morning, we left their apartment for a day of exploring. They live in Chartron, a lovely residential area of Bordeaux.

We took the same route they took every day to go to French language school. From their apartment we crossed the street and entered a beautiful garden.

After a quick stop to buy a two-day tram pass, we got on the tram to the city center. The tram system is great for getting anywhere you want to go in Bordeaux. Since we did not use it the last time we were here, I was excited to try it.

We walked around the beautiful city and introduced our friends to Dunes Blanches. The name is a reference to a beach near Bordeaux on the Cap-Ferret Peninsula. The Dune Blanche (white dune) is an amazing little cream-filled choux bun that is a not-to-be missed pastry in Bordeaux. The original Dunes Blanches are white, but they now have chocolate varieties.

Dinner at our Favorite Bordeaux Restaurant

The last time we were in Bordeaux, we had one of our best meals ever at Le Mirabelle. I was so excited to go there again and to share this wonderful restaurant with our friends. As sometimes happens, the reality did not live up to our memory. Although dinner was fine, it was not as spectacular as we remembered.

However, many parts of the evening were spectacular. The company was wonderful, the wine good, the servers delightful, and the dessert amazing. So, overall the evening was great and will be a lovely memory.

Bordeaux Memories

After another leisurely breakfast with great conversation the next morning, we walked through the park, caught the tram and went to the historic city center.

Although the beautiful cathedral was closed, seeing it brought back wonderful memories of our last trip to Bordeaux. We had gone on a walking tour, and it was raining so hard our guide took us into the back of the cathedral to escape the downpour.

It was so much fun to wander the streets and find places we remembered. We were especially happy to find our old apartment.

Wine Tasting

We wanted to schedule a wine tasting but couldn’t schedule anything in advance because our friends were waiting to hear about seeing an apartment they were hoping to rent. On the way to see the apartment we passed this wine gallery that looked promising and didn’t require advance registration.

After looking for the apartment open house, we returned to the wine gallery. Although their wine tastings didn’t start for an hour, they welcomed us in.

Louis, who had just graduated from college with degrees in business and wine marketing gave us a great overview of the Bordeaux wine region. It was especially interesting to learn about the “satellite regions”-his name for the wine areas adjacent to and with the same terroir as more famous (and expensive) areas. These wines are great values.

We each tasted four different wines and could choose white, red or some of each.

By the time we finished our tasting, the table was covered with empty glasses.

After finishing our tasting, Paul discovered he could get a two-ounce tasting of a very special (and costly) wine, one he had heard of but never expected to drink. So, of course he had to try it. He loved it, and we all got a little taste.

Protest

As we left to go home, I noticed a huge police presence on each corner and then saw police vans and a group of police marching in front of the Opera House. I wanted to know what was happening.

A little farther on, I saw a group of girls with cardboard signs and asked them what they were protesting. They were so excited to talk about their concerns, which all had to do with secondary and higher education, and how they had been affected. I was so impressed with their dedication. Their concerns surprised me because I thought European countries prioritized education.

We ended our day with one final wine and cheese feast before we left for Florence the next morning. I was so sad to say goodbye to my dear friends.

Today felt like a lucky day! The national strike did not affect our train from Paris to Bordeaux. The weather was perfect for walking around Montparnasse to fill the time between our hotel check-out and train departure. And when we got off the train our dear friends Sally and Lloyd were waiting to greet us.

We had no trouble hauling our luggage the half-mile route from our hotel to the station. Most of the time we walked on a pedestrian-only path that ran through the market area.

Although today was a national strike day in Paris, we saw no disruption in front of the station. The only sign of organized action was a small group of firefighters in front of the station.

Strikes are pretty common in France, and no one seemed to be paying much attention to the group. I don’t know if the soldiers patrolling in front of the station are always there or were there due to the strike.

Whenever I am in a European train station, I remember how much I love train travel in Europe. Getting on and off is so fast, and the seats are larger and more comfortable than airplane seats.

After a quick lunch in the station, we watched the monitor to see our platform number. About fifteen minutes before departure, the platform number appeared. We walked to the platform, scanned our tickets, boarded the train, stowed our luggage and found our seats. The whole process took about five minutes.

Welcome to Bordeaux

After a smooth trip, our train arrived in Bordeaux right on schedule. As we carried our luggage up the stairs, I was so happy we had packed as lightly as we could. Traveling light is still a work in progress.

What a treat to see our dear friends, who now call Bordeaux home, there to meet us.

We took the tram back to their home, enjoyed a wonderful cheese and wine feast, and stayed up way too late catching up.