Several other visits in Paris/Carlos Pueblo

Several other visits in Paris/Carlos Pueblo

I tried to go back to Vincennes Park for another visit; however, I missed

Doree Station and got off Vincennes Station instead. I was attracted by

an open air market on the side walk of the main street, Cours de Vincennes

. This narrow fresh produce market extends to Nation Station Square. I have

been attracted automatically by this kind of market all over to the countries

where I have visited because of my childhood life in Taiwan. The market is

very clean organized full of flowers shops, butcher shops with various kiinds

of fresh meat and sausages, pantries including cheese, wines, fruits and

vegetable etc. I also saw some garment stores as well. My eyes could not resist

a pretty oriental lady dressed elegantly following by her handsome husband

who held his Euro bills at hand looking for fishes. I checked my photo gallery

and did not seem to find my peony at the market.

I circled around the roses garden on the Nation Square, there are Nation and

Republic twin cities after the Revolution. This Nation Square had a blooming

roses at the time when I visited. A group of Jehovah’s Witness helped me to

locate Pablo Picasso Museum before I walked down to the subway station. I did

find that memorial of the Bastille Fortress ruins on a wall of a platform for #5

train to Pablo Picasso Station where was outside of the city not the Museum

was located.

On my way back to Paris and got off at Chatelet Station, I walked into the famous

Saint-Jacque Tower. It was started in 1509 then accompanied with Saint James

Cathedral which was destroyed during the Revolution. Now the Tower is opened

to general public to visit. Look at the top of the tower with 4 stick like structures

and guess what they are at this Gothic architecture. I believe that I have had an

explanation yet I cannot disclose it. I got it when I visited a classical museum in

Valencia, Spain and a well learned tip guide explained it.

I went back to the Chateau Versailles one more time and it was a rainy day again.

I marched toward the end gate of the park, directly across the mail Palace across

the garden, Grand Canal, farms to the boundary with the outside world. I was very

satisfied with my first visit of Paris.

Every day, I would purchase some fruits from a small fruits stand in front of the Marie

Currie Station. The owner is an old Bengali. He said he was hopeless when I asked

him how was his business. I had had Vietnamese beef pho every night for dinner while

its business was fine and obviously they made it in Paris.