The Musee de Marmottan was another delight, boasting the largest collection of Monet paintings in the world. Especially exceptional and evocative was the special exhibition of Camille Claudel sculptures, which seem to transform clay and stone into water and flesh. Don’t miss it.
On the one day that it didn’t threaten to rain or snow, we visited the Père Lachaise Cemetery. Though in some disrepair, the gravestones and sculptures are interesting and hauntingly beautiful. We strongly recommend a visit.
Of course you must visit the Rodin Museum and Notre Dame. Take a moment to look up at the gargoyles; their expressions are unforgettable. (While you’re looking up, don’t forget to look down, for the French don’t all pick up after their dogs!)
Every evening on our way back to our small hotel, we browsed the local market for food and wine to prepare a romantic dinner in our hotel room. Our favorite meal consisted of bread (the best we’ve ever eaten), a savory Morbier cheese, duck liver mousse with a sherry wine, country paté, a jar of haricot vert (French green beans) and a juicy pear. The wine was a cheap Bordeaux that we drank out of espresso cups that we got from the hotel’s Continental breakfast. Every evening, we relished the chance to unwind “at home” with a delicious, intimate meal that didn’t strain our budget.
A week in Paris is unforgettable. You may remember it best as “The City of Lights,” but to us, it will always remain “The City of Love.”
©Malta & Ruth Hersh