And it has been sizzling since Saturday, when we arrived after a short stay in Lyon. It's yet another holiday weekend - Pentecost - and even if it weren't, Parisians would be out celebrating the sunshine, because winter and spring were long and cold here.
Yesterday Leah and I went to the flea market at the Porte de Vanves, where we looked and looked and even bought a couple of small things, but flaked out by a crepe stand before the end of the tables and booths. (The crepe au citron was very good, thank you, though it could have used more citron.)
In Paris we have ridden buses whenever possible, for the opportunity to see the city. Even when full, they are often a better choice than the Metro, which has been crammed full of people all weekend. There are huge things going on in Paris over the holiday - tennis matches at Roland Garros, an enormous garden and farm and plant and animal exhibit on the Champs Elysees, and art exhibits and meetups and ordinary tourist activity. In the midst of all this yesterday, we joined the crowds in the Metro to get Leah and her suitcase to Gare de L'Est, where she was taking a train to visit friends who live in the suburbs.
Anyone who came to Paris for a first look at the Eiffel Tower will be somewhat disappointed. Its lower sections are hung with construction netting, and there's an extensive fence. Other parts of the Champ de Mars are blocked off, and the surrounding area is unbelievably crowded. We were glad to get somewhere quieter on Saturday night.
Tomorrow I leave the hotel at 7:30, to get to CDG in good time to check in for the Seattle flight. In addition to the flea market finds (very small) I'm bringing home a bit of Paris sunburn (not too large, fortunately!)
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