Flying Doctors and Florence of Clignancourt.

Girls' Night Out

It is a hoot- famous words of dear friend! Have not done hooting for some time and it would seem that this was an appropriate opportunity.
A four day weekend just happened along. Unlike Australia where all is planned out years ahead, sometimes we just seem to go with the flow and what sounds like a good idea can become a reality!

A word from Paris- the only window of travel time was this weekend and then the opportunity would have moved to other places.

Why not? Usually Paris is a huge haul with exhaustion as an outcome. Kuwait to Paris? about nine hours with wait times et al. The worst part is leaving Kuwait on the Prophet's birthday weekend! Even at 1 a.m it was packed with everyone headed out- tempers fraying and frustrations bursting.
After lining up for over an hour, movement happened- the letting out is easy enough.
So, Kuwait to Doha.. easy
Doha to Paris - I travelled on one of those spectacularly huge planes where passengers can actually stretch out their legs and there is a gap between the body and the seat in front- very nice but I did still have this urge to run into business class where I was a named entity.
Had organised for my driver in Paris as I had no time for mucking around...
Terminal one at CDG is a huge series of these glass tunnels crossing levels so it is possibel to view the accompanying thousand as they head up and down and across the circled structure.

The countryside was wintry- naked trees and grey skies. My driver was friendly. I was tired.
Porte du Clingnancourt- my destination sits about ten minutes walk from Sacre Couer and Montmartre- a beautiful spot?
Entering the neighbourhood was odd as the streets were tiny and untidy and seemd to be forbidding but the odd part was arriving at the place and had no wifi and my phone did nothing. Knowing I cou ld only let my friends know I had arrived if I could text them left me with a dilemma.  .What was going to happen to me? I would dumped on this  neighbourhood where it was about 3 deg- no shelter, and so on! But, I had a wonderful driver! Together we got the wifi happening and down she came! Rescued!
What  a great weekend! Paris Metro to the Musee D'Orsay to see the Degas paintings. Interesting ties on the metro as we came home. It wasnt late- about 8 and the train stopped at the station before ours; two people hastily left.... not together but not apart. The trainw was stills topped then it atarted and moved us to the next station. We got off and a tall man holding a dog,  straining on its leash stood just to the side fo the exit door... as we walked past, he said something and the dog pulled him into the train, barking and growling as he was on the track of something... we quickly exited. Exciting times! Drugs? Crims of some sort? Who knows but Paris is a very big place with so many ways of living in the world... but it snowed! Large fat flakes floating to the ground- what better way to view Paris under street light....

Next day was the day for the LouisVitton Foundation ( I am an ignorant clod as I thought we were going bag shopping) . Off we went to MoMA- for those in a similar mental place to me will b epleased to learn that that is the Museum of Modern Art-  a fabulous strucure inhabited by weird objects where some assault the senses and others just leave one wondering about the artistic value of soup cans. One that I considered to be a bit of a dog's breakfast was a Jackson Pollock- so much for my artistic knowledge.
Then to the city so we could watch the lights along the Champs Elysees, do a spot of shopping and eat. Even at this time there are so many people in Paris,all wanting to feel the city. I will confess that there is a large group of  travellers who prefer the  selfie sticks and posing V fingers to the profound beauty of Paris.

It was to be an early leaving as they were to be out and off to UK and it was icy cold. I left Paris on that cold, frosty morning and I do not know when I will return.

Lady and Peacock

Bois de Boulogne