Git Yer Wellies On! It's Time for a Proper Paddling!


It started with an invitation we couldn't refuse ...

How would we like to go to a large lake in the Canadian wilderness for a 12-day canoe trip? "Yes!" we replied, with little understanding of what we were getting ourselves into.

Weeks later, we were driving the one-track dirt road to the portage trail parking lot.

What happened next?

Read on to find out ... but safety first: Take a moment to put on your life vest, slip into your wellies, and fill your mug to the brim with your favorite relaxing Canadian beverage, because ...

It's paddle time!


Let's begin, shall we?

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Welcome to British Columbia's Murtle Lake!

Who? Three couples (and lifelong friends) in three canoes.

    Couple #1: Gary and Lynn Clark - Experienced paddlers
    Couple #2: Mark and Julie Jonas - Experienced paddlers
(pictured above)
    Couple #3: Natalie and me - Total newbies

What? A 12-day remote lake paddle trip.

When? September 2026.

Where? Wells Gray Provincial Park's Murtle Lake ... North America's largest paddle-only lake.


How? By combining physical strength, perseverance, and teamwork ... Or ... by learning from people who know what they're doing. You decide.

Why? Because we lost our minds ... and we like new challenges.




Getting there and back again - such fun!

Knowing that paddlers are hearty people, our Canadian hosts thought it would be OK to locate the parking lot a convenient 1.6 miles from the lake. Above, Natalie paints a no problem picture on the portage down to the lake. Of course, what goes down must go back up. Twelve days later, we pushed our gear cart up the trail.

Now I'm not much of a conspiracy theory guy, but I know that during those 12 days someone added new hills to what was now, undeniably, a 4.6-mile portage back to the parking lot!


Pack it up!

Just the packing for a nearly two-week off-the-grid trip was a challenge of its own.

Bring everything you'll need, but don't overpack. Food? Yes, 36 pounds of it. Clothing? Just the right stuff for every type of weather. And don't forget all the camping gear. Above, our canoes are full and ready to launch into the Canadian wilderness!

But before going anywhere, what's the ONE THING every smart paddler has for a lake experience like this? Wellies, of course! Canoeing without wellies, commonly used on farms to keep mud and a variety of poop safely at bay, would be silly. In honor of wellies everywhere, join me in a sing-along of If It Wisnae Fur Yer Wellies.

FUN FACT: Wellies originated in the early 19th century when Arthur Wellesley, the 1st Duke of Wellington, had shoemaker George Hoby modify the traditional military Hessian boots into a more practical design.

FUN FACT: Note the motorboat in the image above. That's the only motorized boat allowed on the lake, and it's used by the two park rangers who live on the lake to help paddling-people when they get into trouble.


Time for a campground sing-along, Mark?

There was a daily paddle-camping routine, and it went something like this: Wake up, make something to eat, pack everything up and haul it into the canoe, paddle to the next campsite, unload the canoe, set everything up, eat dinner, and around 8:00 p.m., crawl into the tent and sleep. Sometimes, wind and rain added a certain spice to the mix.

Determining what food to bring was another challenge. When Mark and I were teenagers, we spent a month running around Grand Teton National Park fueled on a foundation of Kraft Mac & Cheese. Mix up a box of cheesy magic and add tuna or any can of vegetables. That was dinner ... and we liked it! Life was simple when we didn't know any better.

The 36 pounds of food for this trip included freeze-dried dinners, candy bars, Nila Vanilla wafers, all sorts of cheese, mini bagels, meat sticks, granola, and more. And don't forget the box of wine and bottle of Canadian Mist whiskey. Deciding what to eat, and when to eat it, was the hard part because there was no running to the store for more.

Murtle Lake camping had a twist to it too: All food, and anything with an odor that might attract a bear, had to be stored. And that's where bear boxes came in. To discourage bears from visiting, large steel bins are positioned near each campground. When dinner was done, the food and any other tempting items were packed up and hauled to the box.

For me, this meant no midnight snacks. This was unbelievable barbarism.

First thing in the morning? It was back to the bear box to haul the odorous fun stuff back to camp.

Did I ever cheat on the system? ... No ... well, except one morning, I woke up and found a half-eaten meat stick in my coat pocket. Ha! Dumb bears!

The campground sing-along? Give If It Wisnae Fur Yer Wellies a go ... you'll love it!


Zigzagging away

Wellies
: ON!
Rain gear: ON!
Canoe: PACKED!

The only thing left to do? Paddle in a straight line.

With virtually no experience canoeing, Natalie and I zigzagged our way along the lake's west arm always lagging behind the others who knew how to paddle in straight lines. Wind and waves added an element of excitement. Yay, excitement! Just what we needed.

Lo and behold, we survived our trial-by-fire debut; we never flipped the canoe, and by day three, we were paddling in deliberate directions often resembling straight lines.

Small miracles.



All critters great and small

Did you know the wilderness runs rampant with critters? They're everywhere! Some in the air, others underwater, and even others on land. One morning, at the far end of the lake's north arm, Mark spotted a GIANT BEAR heading toward our camp! Not once, but twice, the hairy behemoth stopped in its tracks, stood on hind legs and let loose a blood-curdling roar that shook the mountains all around us. We stood our ground and yelled, "Hey, Yogi! You forgot Boo Boo!"

It's clear we startled the bear. I'm mean, come on, what bear drops its toothbrush and forgets to pick it back up?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The bear encounter described above may contain exaggerations. What can be verified is that a bear was spotted, yelled at, and subsequently ran away. It's unknown if the bear's name was Yogi ... or Boo Boo.

Bears are one thing, but frightening camp creatures that only come out at night are quite another.

One night I turned off my headlamp and began to drift asleep, dreaming of sunny days and calm waters, when a ghostly wind rushed across my face. "That was weird," I thought. No matter ... I drifted back to dreamland only to have something skitter up my arm. I turned on the headlamp just in time to see a mouse's tiny butt-n-tail exiting the tent through a small gap in the mostly zipped entrance.

So, which animal encounter would you enjoy? The bear or the mouse?

Bears can tear you apart. But mice? They love sharing campsites with you. They want to cuddle up and be your friends ... your little rodent friends ... happily dancing all over your face and snuggling in your armpits for nice naps. 


The reason for the season?

THIS GUY! GARY CLARK!

For many Moscow Junior High School 8th-grade students in 1974, Mr. Clark was simply their math teacher. But for Mark and me, Gary taught us how to rock climb and live to tell about it. That may not sound like much, but in 1974, climbing wasn't a pop-culture sport. There were no climbing gyms or Olympic competitions. It was scrappy. I could go on, but suffice it to say that Gary made an amazingly lasting positive impression on both Mark and me.

So, this wasn't just a canoe trip. Not at all. On this adventure, we celebrated Gary's 80th birthday! 

You know what? The day Superman runs out of ideas, if he's smart, he'll turn to Gary for inspiration and well-engineered solutions. Not even Kryptonite can stop Gary Clark.


I thought kokanee was a beer

Well, Kokanee is a beer, and a fine Canadian beer at that! But at Straight Creek, another kind of kokanee gathered. Kokanee are the landlocked cousins of sockeye salmon, and the sockeyes are the namesake of a fine Boise-based company, Sockeye Brewing.

OH NO! Are fish where beer comes from?

It was mesmerizing to watch the school of kokanee swim in circles ... or in any which way the mood sent them ... and that mood was spawning. Once they spawn, the thrill is gone, and they are too.


The crew plus two

Admittedly not the best photo to make introductions, but I'm going with it anyway. From right to left, Lynn and Gary Clark, Natalie, Mark Jonas, and then Julie Jonas over to the left. The final two on the left? Blue and Abby.

Blue and Abby weren't just passersby. They're the two lake rangers that live in the only cabin on the lake and patrol the campsites to help when needed (and more often to restock the vault toilets with toilet paper). They're from England and as nice as could be.

When the road to the lake washed out earlier in the summer, Blue and Abby were TRAPPED FOR A MONTH ... and with nothing but a well-stocked cabin, a motorboat, and a beautiful giant lake all to themselves. And they got paid for it. That must have sucked ... 



Hey, Hank, burgers all around!

After 12 days and 70+ miles of paddling, first things first: a shower, a clean shave (women included), and fresh clothes. Next up? Dinner at Log Inn & Pub in Avola.

Log Inn & Pub is a fun backwoods-kitschy place with walls covered in funny signs and a small fortune of cash stapled to the walls. Seriously, boatloads of $10 and $20 bills on the walls.

Behind the counter? Hank (at the top left in the image). It was mystical: no sound of sizzling patties or clatter of plates; just Hank, quietly working away. 15 minutes later, he served six hot and juicy burgers that were divine.

Was my judgment of Hank's burgers clouded by 12 days of freeze-dried dinners? I assure you it was not. Hank's burgers truly were divine.



If you ever make it to Avola, stop in and have Hank make you a burger. You'll be glad you did.

And, if you ever run into the man of men, Gary Clark, consider yourself lucky ... I know I do. He's the real Superman. Trust me, one day there will be a campground sing-along about him. Until then, keep your voice warmed up with If It Wisnae Fur Yer Wellies.

And there you have it ... a remarkable experience paddling a remote Canadian lake with lifelong friends. It really doesn't get any better than that. It was extraordinary.

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Enjoy!

Ciao! ~ Todd

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Eight Days in France's Valley of Kings

There's a region of France with history that runs very deep. Oh, wait! Sorry, that's all of France.

OK, how about an area along a river that has over 300 lavish châteaux built by kings seeking refuge from whatever ailed them at the time?

Mais oui?

Pour a glass of your favorite beverage that also has a French-sounding name and get ready for a slow ride around the countryside of the Loire Valley.

By royal decree—and presented in majestic picture-n-caption format—it's time to explore ... The Valley of Kings!


Let's begin, shall we?

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All aboard the CHOO-CHOOOOOOOO!

Getting from Paris to Amboise was a snap! Just two hours on a nonstop train ... traveling minus a car got relaxing, very quickly.

Pictured above? No, this was not our smooth ride from Paris. If it was, we'd still be in transit, somewhere in the French countryside and wishing we'd bought more baguettes, cheese, and wine. Rather, it's the tour train passing through Amboise's old town—our home for the next eight days.

But sans car, how will we possibly get around?




Bikes! But not just ANY bikes!

The Loire Valley is known for bike-friendly paths along its rolling countryside. Taking a cue from our less than comfortable ride around France's Lake Annecy a few years ago, we decided to join the 21st century and rent e-bikes.

On the Azores Islands earlier on this trip, my right knee became annoyed with anything resembling physical activity (what a whiner). That hadn't changed, but our e-bikes—with their five power-assist modes—saved the day. A long hill? A steep section? Not to worry! Pop the power up to turbo and my knee was none the wiser.

There's no question that e-bikes were the best option. The cost was comparable to renting a tiny car for the same eight-day duration, but the bikes became part of the adventure, whereas renting a car is rarely a memorable part of any trip unless something goes wrong.*

*Like a flat tire in the Italian Alps, and another on Scotland's Orkney Islands. OH! And being pulled over for not having my fog lights on in Scotland. Hey! It wasn't dark ... yet.



A quaint abode for a summer getaway

They say Rome wasn't built in a day. It turns out that, like many fancy old places in Europe, the Château Royal d'Amboise wasn't either. The rock outcrop above the village was the perfect spot for an 11th century fortress. Fast forward 500 years and Charles VII of France decided it would be a fun place to live, so he took it. It's good to be the king.

Some decades later, Charles VIII decided it needed a refresh ... and the remodeling didn't stop there. But I'm going to because there's only so much construction history anyone can take before eyes glaze over. Feel free to use this Wikipedia article as an efficient, but informative, sleeping aid. 

My favorite story of the chateau? On April 7, 1498, the 27-year-old Charles VIII slammed his head into a low stone door frame while watching a tennis match, fell into a coma hours later, and never woke up. There's no clear explanation of why his head would have had such a violent encounter with a door frame while watching a game of tennis. It must have been quite a match! He really should have gotten a better seat. Clearly, he forgot the thing about how it's good being the king.

FUN FACT: Tennis originated in France in the 12th century as a game called jeu de paume in which the ball was struck with the palm of the hand. The use of rackets started in the 17th century!



Who lives here?

Cute as a button, the Saint-Hubert Chapel sits across from the chateau and is a spectacular sight towering above the village below. No one lives in the tiny chapel, but someone is taking a very long nap there. The official website says, "It is in this setting that you can discover the tomb of Leonardo da Vinci." The word discover might overplay it a bit because, other than fine ornamental stonework, da Vinci's tomb is the only thing in the tiny chapel. It's pretty hard to miss.




He's up from his nap!

Reports of da Vinci's passing in 1519, at the age of 67, were clearly exaggerated, as evidenced by my sighting of the original renaissance man at his residence in Amboise at Château du Clos Lucé. It was such a treat to see him emerging from the château's wine cellar. Assuming what I saw wasn't a life-sized cardboard cutout, the now 574-year-old appeared to be doing just fine.

For most of his life, da Vinci lived in Italy, but in 1516—facing political headwinds and professional pressure from rising stars like Michelangelo and Raphael—he received an offer from King Francis I of France that included a new title, a nice pension, use of the chateau, and freedom to work as he saw fit.

And?

He took the offer!

When da Vinci moved to Amboise, he brought the Mona Lisa with him. He started the masterpiece in 1503 but never considered it complete, making refinements to it until his death. In the beginning, the Mona Lisa was commissioned by Florentine merchant Francesco del Giocondo. In the end, King Francis I decided he would buy it instead. It's good to be the king!

FUN FACT: The Mona Lisa is worth over $1 billion but can't be sold because it belongs to the people of France. The thieves of the 2025 Louvre heist clearly missed the target.

FUN FACT: Some da Vinci paintings—such as the Mona Lisa and the Last Supper—are well known. What isn't as widely known is that there are only 20 paintings—give or take, depending on your source—that are accepted as his work.


Class is in session

Basket Weaving 101 takes on a different meaning at the Amboise Saturday market when this guy's leading the class. I mean, come on! Look at him! It's like Popeye and Superman were melded together to will reeds into baskets!

If you're a younger reader, and don't get the reference to Popeye, you should eat your spinach ... with a bit of Olive Oyl.

If you want to creep yourself out—and you should—take a quick minute to learn the "I'm Popeye the Sailor Man" tune.

You will never forgive me. You're welcome.



It's a market miracle!

Besides on-the-spot basket weaving, the Saturday market featured piles of fresh fruit and vegetables arranged artistically, as only the French can, as well as flea-market-type items like sunglasses, hats, and other oddities. But the market also featured giant pans of bubbling paella, dozens of chickens roasting on rotating spits, and other hot goodies so tempting on a cool, drizzly morning. 

Resistance was useless.

Pictured above, our purchases were:
  • A cool, refreshing beer
  • A Saucisson Catalan
  • Baby potatoes cooked by the drippings of roasting chickens
  • Hummus
  • Something green and leafy that Natalie ate

We're proud of the healthy choices we made. Well, except maybe the morning beer ... and the chicken-fat-cooked potatoes ... and perhaps the saucisson.

Oh, never mind ... They were all delicious! 



Mon Dieu! The crowds!

To get the hang of our e-bikes, we made a brief ride along the Loire River toward the city of Tours on our first full day. It all went well ... until the rain came, putting a damper on things ... more specifically, us.

Our second outing sent us in the opposite direction on a 30-mile loop with Château de Chenonceau, our destination along the way.

The c
hâteau is considered a must see ... and we saw it. We also saw the masses of people queuing just to enter the gates and decided we did not need to be a part of the day's crowd.

For us, there are only so many enormous castles filled with antique furniture, tapestries, statues, and paintings of rich royalty that we can take in before our limit is reached. Add in the crowd factor ... and Chenonceau was over the limit before it even started.

Instead, we rode the short distance to the village of Le Fourneau and enjoyed a morning coffee in a quiet cafe courtyard. It was the right choice.



On the other hand

Maybe it was luck, but the day we cycled to Chaumont-sur-Loire, we enjoyed a super nice château with ... no crowds!

The original castle was built in the 10th century by Odo I, Count of Blois. This is worth mentioning because Odo is such a cool name.

There were other iterations of the château until Pierre d'Amboise made King Louis XI angry, resulting in Pierre losing the property and the King decreeing it should be deconstructed
—which it was in 1465—proving once again that it's good to be the king!

BUT THEN, its reconstruction was started by Charles I d'Amboise in the same year (1465) and King Louis XI was still king! Maybe someone (hint: the king) should have thought that one through a bit more?

What makes Chaumont-sur-Loire different for visitors is that it blends the old and the new. Sure, there are plenty of period items to see, but there are also works of modern art displayed inside and throughout the gardens. It was a nice change; maybe we hadn't reached our castle limit after all.







Madame Femme and Chien-chien

Wherever our daily excursions took us, we always ended up at our favorite sidewalk pub—Le Café du Château—on the main pedestrian street, just around the corner from our Amboise home. As creatures of habit, I always enjoyed an IPA; Natalie, a fine white wine; and both of us, a "bol de frites," a.k.a., an order of fries. It was a super fun way to wind down the day, be voyeurs, and put off dinner for a while.

It was here that Madame Femme and her dog, Chien-chien befriended us.* I speak tourist-level French, but that didn't stop Madame from talking to us as if we clearly understood her every word. We did not. Still, we somehow had an entire conversation. Simply incroyable! 

It was also at Le 
Café du Château that we met Rob and Becky Wheal from England one afternoon. Talk of travels and photography led to two beers and two glasses of wine; you do what you have to do.

*If you remember any French from school, you have probably surmised that 
Madame Femme and Chien-chien are not their real names; we can't recall their names. So translated, they will forever be, "Mrs. Woman and Dog-dog."


So much satisfaction

On our last ride, we landed in the village of Noizay. It was lunchtime on a weekday, but the place was deserted. So strange. We stopped at a plaza where it looked like there was a restaurant ... or maybe a post office? The sign on the door indicated the post was closed. But then a person went in ... so we did too. It was the post office. But was also a restaurant—La Bonne Fanquette.

Once inside, it was clear why Noizay was so quiet: Everyone was in the restaurant's courtyard having lunch!

Traveling by bike slows everything down. That's why Amboise is such a great hub. We could pedal in any direction and be confident of not getting seriously lost ... just relax and enjoy the ride. We always had a general goal, but we could also turn this way or that and do our own thing, like stopping in Noizay.

Did we have any regrets on our biking route choices? Well, yes. We didn't know until too late that we could have stopped by Mick Jagger's petite bungalow, Château de Fourchette. From Amboise, we were literally a 20-minute bike ride from enjoying spontaneous afternoon hors d'œuvres and drinks on the terrace with Mick. Oh well ... his loss ...  maybe next time.

Hey! Travel has its ups and downs, and sometimes you have to accept ... you can't get no ... satisfaction.
 

You can hear it, can't you?

Near the end of our time in Amboise, during a photo walkabout on a drizzly evening, I came upon this guy playing to an audience of one—me. Yet he was still performing. That's the sign of a true professional.

Here's the thing: Today, we travel with very little cash because credit card use is so ubiquitous. Alas, though he put on a show, I could only give appreciation with a nod and a smile.

Next time, I'll have a bit of cash ready to share when a spontaneous performance pops up.


That time of night

Amboise isn't big (13,000 people call it home) and that was fine with us. In the heart of the old town, where we stayed, everything calms down when the day trippers fade away, the shops close, and the restaurants button it up. You have the place to yourself ... and that's the best time to take a walk and listen to the growing silence.




Somewhere along the road from Amboise

It was nice to be in the heart of Amboise ... our home for a few days. Could we have stayed longer? Yes. There were so many paths we didn't wander. But after 33 days on a trip that included the Azores Islands and Paris, it was time to jump back across the pond.

Hey! It's good to be the king or queen of your adventure because that's how you do ... get some satisfaction.

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And now, a DOUBLE-DOWN ROYAL DECREE ...

PICTURES! ... carefully curated with you in mind.

Strutting his stuff at Clos de Lucé. Da Vinci would be proud!


The blog post tells just one part of the story ... the photo album fills in the rest. And hey! Each photo includes a brief caption, so you know what you're looking at.

Here you go ... Loire Valley Images!

Enjoy!

Ciao! ~ Todd

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Ah ... April in Paris

The scent of freshly baked croissants gently accents the morning's fresh air while songbirds announce the dawn of a new day. At night, in this city of light, young couples stroll hand in hand past cozy cafés, the sound of a distant accordion drips and echoes through the narrow cobblestone streets.

Ah ... April in Paris.

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Well, maybe that's a bit dreamy, but let's go with it anyway!

Grab your best bottle of French bubbly, pop the cork, and get ready for an intimate journey. Presented in the always engaging picture-n-caption format ...

It's time to visit Paris!

Relax in your chaise lounge and raise your glass to Paris! The City of Luuuuuv!


Let's begin, shall we?

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Paris is very statue-y, fountain-y, and garden-y!

Exact numbers are hard to come by, but Paris is home to ~1,500 statues, ~1,300 fountains, and ~ 500 gardens/parks. That's a lot of green space with water splashing on sculptures!

Above, La Fontaine de l'Observatoire is one such installation. At the top, four women—representing Europe, Africa, Asia, and America—hold up the world because Atlas apparently got tired. Of note, the African woman's ankle is shackled, but the chain attached is broken; a reminder of the (then) recent abolition of slavery. The eight seahorses below the women are being completely drenched by what can only be described as projectile vomiting courtesy of eight turtles.

It seems like it's tough to a member of this statue. Still, it's super cool.


Biking with our hosts

How could we resist a trip to Paris when an invitation from longtime friend, John Morgan, and his wife, Claire Beckman, was on the table? With a family apartment available, just blocks from the Seine, a week in Paris was a no-brainer. More importantly, we had time for a long awaited catch-up.

John and I go way back to our early teens. Our gang (you know who you are) managed to get through the Moscow, Idaho, school system and the University of Idaho without getting caught. That's all I'm going to say. I now invoke the 5th Amendment rights afforded to me by the Constitution of the United States of America.

Seriously, we had a good time back then, and we did here too! Above, the intrepid urban explorers pose for a photo while crossing the Seine during our Fat Tire Bike Secrets of Paris tour. The tour was a blast and, led by a very knowledgeable guide, we did see some off-the-beaten path sights.

The next day Natalie and I rented bikes for our own Paris biking tour, and that's when we learned that having a guide to follow on the busy city streets is a real bonus. Navigating which street bike path goes where and in what direction on our own was a bit tricky at times; we survived.
 

Oopsies!

Have you ever had one of those dreams where you're in a public place and you forgot to wear any clothes? And you're frozen in place?

Well, that's what this gal endures every day at Le Petit Palais.

Le Petit Palais is, appropriately, located next to Le Grand Palais and was built as a temporary exhibition space for the 1900 Universal Exposition. Soon after, it became the city's museum of fine arts.

Unlike the bigger museums of Paris, Le Petit Palais is a fun stop. There's no entrance fee, it's not crazy crowded, and it's small enough to see in a couple of hours, thereby avoiding rubbery legs. Being fully dressed is mandatory, however, so claiming you just woke up from a nightmare and found yourself naked in the middle of the museum probably won't pass muster.
 

Paris is museum-y too!

The king of Paris' 130+ museums is, of course, Le Louvre. This massive complex has a long history—beginning in the 12th century—that I'm going to skip for your reading pleasure. Each year nine million tourists wander through its massive halls for hours until their legs turn into rubbery appendages ... and then they realize they saw a fraction of the artwork.

Having experienced rubbery Louvre legs ourselves in 2014, we elected to bypass reliving the sensation (and save the $32 per person entrance fee). Still, we took time to walk through the ginormous plazas to say "hi" to fellow tourists. As the world's most visited destination city, Paris plays host to ~50 million out-of-towners each year and, as you can see, many of them converged at the Louvre on this fine April afternoon.


Ha! Ha!

I take pictures of other people as they take selfies, ussies, and poser shots for their Instagram and TikTok feeds. The image above, at the Louvre, features a young woman who posed for many shots in order to get an Instagram keeper; it must be exhausting. But I had the last laugh as I caught the unassuming girl running right across their shot.

Be sure to see the Paris photo album linked here and at the end of this post where I've included other funny—and even alluring—poser shots.


Calm before the storm

Not that long ago, you could be fairly certain to dodge big crowds by visiting Europe during the spring or fall shoulder seasons. Sadly, it seems those days are mostly gone
—at least in places like Paris. The city center was awash with mobs of tourists, and the most popular attractions regularly had lines at entrances.

But there's at least one way to see the city in a different light: Get up early and have a walkabout!

As some of you may know, my picture does not appear next to the definition of early bird in the dictionary. But I was the early bird at least one day, and it paid off. Streets and sidewalks were nearly vacant of cars or people. C
af
és were busy preparing for the day, and places that are normally overrun—like the Louvre—had just a handful of fellow early birds who were also taking pictures of the calm before the storm. In fact, when I strolled through the smaller of the two Louvre courtyards, I was the only person there. Truly remarkable.

Above, the view along the Pont (bridge) du Carrousel looks toward one of the Louvre's main entrances. There just wasn't much going on at 7:30 in the morning. As I crossed the bridge, I noticed that the River Seine was also calm; there wasn't a single boat in motion.

The one thing you will find open are the bakeries. And ooh la la! (That's French for OMG!), Parisian bakeries are as good as everyone says they are.

At early morning, museums won't be open, and river boat rides won't be operating. But if you ask me, that's the time to see Paris ... and to enjoy a warm, fresh croissant along the way.
  

A poster too far?

You can't avoid the bouquinistes (booksellers) of Paris along the banks of the Seine. Working out of their iconic green stands, sellers have sold books here since the 16th century! Most of the novels and romantasy books from that era have been well picked over, but one never knows when a first edition Gutenberg might pop up!

Then again, you might run into a more contemporary find. Above, there are Beatles and Daft Punk concert posters for sale. Both are theoretically authentic. But there's also an undeniable find—the Taylor Swift Swifties Jesus Christ poster. And nope! I did NOT make that title up.

I don't know what I was thinking: I took the photo but didn't buy it! Silly me. Thankfully, all is not lost. I'll soon have a print of this fine art ... and you can too! Just go to ArtPal and get your copy today!



Café culture and "steak frites"

The caf
é culture is alive and well in Paris. Cafés tend to serve the same assortment of food and drinks, and in the heart of the city, they're everywhere. This means you can find a favorite café and enjoy, knowing you're probably not missing out; you can relax.

Selecting a restaurant can be quite another thing. Every ethnicity under the sun is available. What to do? Well, you can take a chance (because it's probably good), or ... you can have a very authentic French dinner of steak frites—or steak and fries—at one of three Relais de l'Entrecôte locations in the city.

Relais de l'Entrecôte makes dining easy: The only decision you have to make is how you'd like your steak: rare or medium.* Within minutes, a fresh green salad (dressed with walnuts and a mustard vinaigrette) and baguette slices are delivered to get you started.

After that, a small portion of steak arrives (cooked to perfection, sliced, and generously dressed in an herb pepper sauce) along with a large portion of hot french fries. So good! It's easy to finish the plate.

And THEN your waitperson comes back with the second half of your portion of steak and fries! It's genius ... Your steak and fries are always hot.

Relais de l'Entrecôte is popular. We arrived at 6:00 and waited in line for their 6:30 opening. But the wait was just fine because we met fellow travelers Loyd and Anita Bondoc and ended up having dinner together sitting at side-by-side outdoor tables.

Find your comfort café but make sure to go to Relais. You'll love the steak frites ... and you just might meet some fun people!

*You do make other choices at Relais, like what you want to drink and have for dessert, if any. We added two beverages, coffee, and shared a dessert. The cost? $80 for two, and no tipping! The same quality food and service at the price is tough to match on this side of the pond.


Arrrgh matey! We be the creepy pirate clowns!

On the Right Bank of the Seine, running aside the Jardin de Tuileries is the Tuileries Tunnel, an 800-meter-long biking/pedestrian-only tunnel. Inside, the tunnel's walls are lined with amazing street art, such as that depicted above.

Here, the creepy pirate clowns threaten to come to life, jumping from their home on the wall to chase unsuspecting pedestrians to the tunnel's end. Then they return and lie in wait for their next victim.

It may not be the Louvre with the Mona Lisa, but if you go to Paris, the Tuileries Tunnel is a pretty cool "must see." Besides, if it's a hot day or rainy day, the tunnel is a nice respite ... well, until you come upon the creepy pirate clowns. Then you'd better RUUUUN!


The bored family

The stone carvings adorning so many buildings of Paris can be lost in plain sight. From gargoyles to grotesques, pedimental sculptures to friezes ... and don't forget the chimeras ... a lot of the best artwork is on the outside of whatever historic building you're in, just waiting to be seen.

Sometimes the stonework scenes are creepy. Wait! No, actually, they're often creepy, featuring demons, odd humans, and frightening monkeys, but other times they're kind of funny.

Pictured here is a family alongside the steps leading into Le Petit Palais. Wow! They exude excitement. Maybe they weren't carved from stone. Rather, maybe they turned to stone through the sheer boredom during another ancient Greek holiday to an average Mediterranean island awash in sunshine. 


Guess what this is?

Is it my hand holding funky marshmallows on sticks? No, it's not. It's actually the 41-foot-tall Bouquet of Tulips metal sculpture by American pop artist Jeff Koons, commissioned to create a work to honor the 130 victims of the 2015 Paris attacks. It's an amazing work; the detail of the skin is remarkably lifelike.

The tulips? OK ... maybe? But my-oh-my, based on some of the critiques I found online, opinions run deep ... really deep. This BBC article from 2019 paints the picture of Paris' relationship with new art pretty well: Is Bouquet of Tulips the year’s most controversial artwork? The article opens with "Years before it first dominated the Paris skyline in 1889, the Eiffel Tower was described as “a hole-riddled suppository” and “a truly tragic street lamp” by prominent French intellectuals."

Ouch! I think some intellectuals missed their morning café and croissant.

Oh well, I liked Bouquet of Tulips. But if it were up to me, I'd use real giant marshmallows that disintegrate into a sweet sticky mess every time it rains. Paris intellects would luuuuuv me and my art.


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And there you have it!

There's no doubt that Paris is a big city. Honestly, it was smelly at times, and definitely overrun with tourists, but we had a blast all the same. Thanks so much to John and Claire for hosting us ... it was a real treat!

This trip's final chapter is coming soon: Biking in France's Loire Valley!

Until then ... Ciao!

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BUT WAIT!  ... The photo album!

The blog tells one part of the story ... the photo album fills in the rest. They go together ... like young Parisien couples strolling hand in hand past cozy cafés. You'll luuuuuv it! ... even when you're running for your life from the creepy pirate clowns!

Seriously, the photo album shows so much more.



Here's how to view it:

  1. Click this link to access the album.
  2. When the album displays, click the Play slideshow icon in the upper right corner.
  3. As soon as the slideshow begins to play, click the Pause slideshow icon at the lower center.
  4. Now you can advance the slideshow at your own pace using the right or left arrows at the bottom center of the screen.
Enjoy!

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