My feet hurt

The day started slowly, but mum and I were walking down the Champs-Elysées by 10 am ( Janice stayed at home as she had a blood nose).  There weren't many people about so it was a very pleasant walk despite the heat.  It's been about 30 degrees the whole time we've been here.  Even at night.

  Monet's water lilies at Musee de l'orangerie lived up to the hype.  The Renoirs were the other highlight.  One painting (Yvonne and Christine at the piano was very clever with a couple of Degas paintings on the wall behind them.  Renoir dies a fair Degas forgery....  The also rans were paintings by Picasso, Matisse, Durain, and a very nice Monet Argenteuil.

We wandered back along the Seine and, stumbled across a nice white ferrari outside a very nice hotel, followed by a visit to the American Cathedral of the Holy Trinity. I couldn't figure out why they were having a party in the courtyard.  Then I realized it was Sunday.  The Cathedral was nothing special but it was very cool inside.

Our apartment is in the middle of a street market so we shopped for lunch: pull apart bread made from croissant mixture, brie, strawberries and a nice red wine ( Clara Minervois).  It was pretty damn good.

After a siesta, all three of us went to the Arc Triomphe, climbed a gazillion stairs for views across the city, and a nice little exhibition of photos of uniforms of WW1 soldiers including one from Otago.  The photographer is known for his portraits so these photos without faces were very symbolic of the unknown soldier. 

There's more to tell about the day, but I'm sleepy so it will have to wait for tomorrow.