Buttes Chaumont

This is a park in the 19th arrondissement, Parc des Buttes Chaumont.

Most people think the Jardin du Luxembourg or Jardin des Tuileries are the best and most beautiful in this city but this one is the coolest.

Picnickers and sunbathers...

Good rocks for climbing...

Fewer tourists....

And we can walk home from here. We are the Right Bank.

Skull and Bones

The CATACOMBS. An 18th century underground cemetery. Hello!

Holds the remains of about, oh, 6 MILLION dead people.

There are underground tunnels and passages and about, oh, 6 MILLION dead people! That's a lot of spiritual action.

And I touched it.

Pros Past and Present

We were lucky enough to get tickets to the French Open this year, since we're here.

Sharapova's serve = close up

Grunting not 20 feet from me...so loudly!

Andy Murray...

This is how it's done at Roland Garros...

My tennis partners....

And this

is how it's done

in the city

in the 11th arrondissement, man.

Just a little nighttime stroll through the town...

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Marrakech Part Five!!!

NOte to MOM: by the way, we are in PARIS and all anyone is seeing is photos of Morocco. Mom says there was just so many things to see there and sorry these blogs are so late but here's the rest of these and we'll get back to Paris and all the rest now...

This was their gorgeous hotel, called Riad. Huge living room..

Separate bedrooms...

Living like African Queens...

That Muslim lady on the right is staring at my mom's freedom. Wondering about it....

Mom and Camille got to actually go inside a Mosque...

It was very cool and very beautiful...

All carved...

They got to learn all about the religious customs and life in the school, etc.

But a lot of the time was spent on the American religious custom of shopping for handbags.

The woman won't let you take photos of them but sometimes you do, accidentally.

The Souk.

Good bye finally to the riches and wonders of Morocco...

Marrakech Part Four

GOAT TREE! This is my mom's goat And these are Camille's. It's really called an Argon Tree, which the goats climb to eat the argon fruit and the argon oil is a staple of Moroccan life, used for medicine and skin and cosmetics and even to stop baldness. (I won't tell you how they used to get the oil in the old days, let's just say it was after the goats ate the fruit, and after the goats processed the fruit in their bodies, and then....) This is Essaouria, the coast a few hours from Marrakech. California beach beauty compares this to Malibu. This is their beach, where the Moroccans frolic. And this is what the Muslim beach beauties wear in the water!