It is now spring and my hope rises to return to Paris to see the flowers and swim in the sea in the South of France. It may still be a little cold, but we shall see!
Continuing on with my adventures this past winter in France, I have included two of my Facebook posts to friends as I traveled to the Riviera. May you enjoy the journey along with me!
January 15 Fifth Day in Paris
My last day in Paris, I visited the neighborhood of Montmartre in the rain, on the famous martyrs hill where St Denis, first bishop of Paris, was decapitated. Legend is he picked up his head and walked down the hill, then up this small hill and died! The church of Sacre Couer is here (sacred heart of Jesus) with domed mural and sacrament of Eucharist on display. Prayed and had some time with Jesus. View from steps is famous to come to see sunrise or set over Paris. My first ariel view since I did not make it up Eiffel.
A painter, Miro, offered a portrait of me in a new medium of Japanese markers. I laughed and giggled as we stood in the square in the cold and he painted me as he saw me. He gave me an artist 50% discount and I was pleased! This was the souvenir I was looking for, original art et moi!
Wandering around, a tall good-looking artist, Jonas, approached me and said he wanted to sketch my eyes, they were so beautiful and full of light. For free. I agreed and I told him the light was from Jesus which opened door to talk about our faith and how he says racism and anitsemitism in France is not like media portrays. He does not care that I was Jewish or American, people are people. He admired my all purple outfit. “I am an artist and I dress in color.” Everyone wears black in Paris. He asked to see my art, and I showed him my glass sculptures, which he admired.
Next thing I know, he draws my full face, I felt he got my eyes, nose and mouth, but my face was too wide. I offered him $10 euros which he kindly took and kissed me, a warm, long kiss on my cheek. “You are the first Frenchman to kiss me…but not three times.” “In Paris we kiss four times” so kisses 2, 3 and 4 followed, By now I was swooning. “Miriam, you are a princess”. I thought, perhaps this is my Francois? But alas,no,he is in South of France. We took a picture and I walked away with a big smile.
Around the corner, I ran into Miro again and showed him the portrait by Jonas. “He made my face too wide”. “That is because he does not have my eye and he did not know that you were not fat!” “The light in my eyes, Milo, comes from Jesus.” “Ah, Jesus.” Another artist, Vasco, with wild long hair and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, starts cutting a silhouette of me. “I have no more money. I need to get some lunch.” He too wanted a picture and got my last 5 euro.
I will remember this day forever, hanging with the warm Parisian artists in the square of such history. God is so good to me, and has planned such surprises. Tomorrow I head to Nice on the train. Please say a quick prayer no one takes my luggage from the communal luggage area. People steal things here in France. Ask for an angel to sit on it for me!
January 15 First night in South of France.
Je suis en Antibes, Sud du France! My luggage and I arrived safely. Thanks for praying. It is like home here, blue skies with fluffy clouds, wind blowing the palm trees, turquoise blue sea, red tiled roofs wth pale light colored houses in coral, pink and beige. So refreshing after dark, gloomy Paris. My room is even decorated in a beach theme! Lord knows how to pick them.
The scenery down was wonderful to see. Castle’s nestled on top of hills, small villages along the river, naked vineyards in burgundy, grey and black. Marie-Claire was a beautiful, older Parisian woman who sat next to me on the train and translated the announcements. I am off to dinner downtown for my first seafood meal and to see millionaires row, all the yachts in the harbor Antibes is famous for.
My first official dinner in France with owner Vincenzi at his French Italian restaurant in Old Town in Antibes. I had the Red Snapper drizzled in oil with veggies and garlic puréed potatoes and fresh rolls. It tasted so French. He and his staff laughed when I asked to take leftovers home for tmw night. I guess the French don’t take leftovers so he presented it wrapped in foil! He threw kisses to me and I caught them and threw them back. What is it with French men? A girl has to economize! Feeling full but happy! Bon Nuit!
Stay tuned for Picasso, the blue sea, and a wrong bus stop that lead to a fun adventure in my next stories.
Ciao and A Bientot!