The French slow down on Sundays. Everything is closed, so it’s all about eating, drinking and meeting friends. No shops except the touristy ones.
So I started with Mass in the Cathedral and it was so lovely and peaceful. I was so judgemental towards the tourists who thought they could just wander around! . Particularly the Asian variety who slipped through the barriers and wandered down the aisles taking photos. The ushers made quick work of getting rid of them so the 4 priests, several servers, the choir and someone dressed in what appeared to be a religious army uniform could get on with the Mass.
When I left the church there were a group of traditionally dressed people outside being accosted by a rather inappropriately dressed lady who insisted on a photo with them. See if you can spot the inappropriate outfit. I wonder who bought it for her! Or perhaps it was her I her younger years. There is a resemblance.
After all the singing – the head priest had a very good voice despite the amount of smoke being thrown around, it was time for coffee at a nearby coffee place. Believe me there is no shortage of places to eat and drink. It’s quite a touristy place here but you can escape the hordes as I did by crossing the river.
The Sunday cyclists: John, Marg, Jenny, Andmc0 I was thinking of you!
Views from a bridge. The way to arrive for lunch!
More beautiful scenes
And when I stopped for a gorgeous salad for lunch the guards arrived. Someone important was around. They moved off in a little group after about 1/2 hr!
After lunch I headed off for a tram ride to experience Sunday in a big park. Parc de l’Orangerie. Beautiful only half an hour after I got there it started to rain!
Back on a crowded train and I got off too early and had to walk further. So now in the hotel room writing and catching up before dinner and the concert.
Enjoy your weekend I hope?