Wrapping-up my vacation notes from Paris, here are a few photos taken on the streets, in the metro, restaurants (other than the ones I wrote about) – some funny, some interesting, some charming as is this city with no equal.

 

 

This shop can be found on rue de Seine, I liked the firm (which was actually built-up from pieces of mosaic) and I wondered how this translates to Romanian.

 

 

A gallery I did not write about also on rue de Seine was exposing (quite expensive) art about dogs.

 

 

Rue des Lombards in the area of Beaubourg is a place where I wish to get back as soon as I can, a lot of music clubs and terraces open from late afternoon through the night.

 

 

Here is how the theater hall of the Comedie des Champs Elysees looks inside.

 

 

Did Salvador Dali like chocolat? This is what maybe the owner of this coffee shop in the Marais area thinks. Or maybe the artists’s moustache could be seen here once?

 

 

Place de la Bastille and Opera Bastille on a rainy midnight.

 

 

Inside Kapoor’s Leviathan at Grand Palais.

 

 

Cafe de l’Olympia near the famous music theater hall.

 

 

An exhibition about the Eichman trial took place at the Memorial de la Shoah. We did not succeed to get to visit it. Here is a poster in a metro station, with an antisemitic commentary scribbled on it. Helas!

 

 

The short time did not allow us to attend any of the concerts in the cycle ‘Baroque Nights’ – we just could have a glimpse at the entry halls and the beautiful gate of the Palais Behague where many of the activities of the Institute for Romanian Culture are being organized.

 

 

A classical postcard – The Eiffel tower at night.

 

 

The two photos above are not for people on diets.

 

 

The Gibert Joseph bookshop – a mandatory stop in any of my stops in Paris.

 

 

Some of my French-challenged friends may chose the Shakespeare & Co. bookshop, on the quai accross the Notre-Dame cathedral.

 

 

Le Caveau des Oubliettes is a music place located behind the Saint Julien Le Pauvre church (one of the oldest in Paris). We remembered a beautiful concert of chansonettes we attended here twenty years ago, now it seems to have changed profile into becoming a jazz and blues club.

 

The metro was in this trip our principal mean of transport. Here is one a station on one of the most modern lines in Paris.

 

 

Inside the Au Pied de Cochon restaurant.

 

 

This may be the place where God gets a haircut. Hebrew speakers will understand what I mean.

 

 

And here it is – to end with a sweat taste – this was our last desert on this trip in Paris (at a place in the Hippopotamus chain, otherwise a good recommendation for the meat lovers).