Well, at least for the morning. Having dragged ourselves into the light by our normal 11 am, we decided the call of the Musee Chagall, just round the corner according to the map, was too strong to resist. Sensibly, we opted for the bus as, although it was only 2 stops, they were a couple of hundred metres above where we started - not good news even for my ever improving ankle.
Almost forgot to mention - today was day 4 of the strapping so, based on what the doctor/nurse had said, it was time to test it. So we cut off the strapping and decided to chance it! Movement was improved but a bit disappointing as I'd hoped for a miracle cure. Still,progress of a sort.
Anyway, back to Chagall - who even I had heard of! The museum was based around his interpretation of parts of the Bible - predominantly the Old Testament - of which he reportedly became very fond, as he had grown up as a Jewish child in Russia. To cut to the quick, neither Carol nor I got it. We appreciated some of the skill, particularly of the stained glass windows, but felt rather flat about the pictures themselves. Still, we'd given them a go and, if nothing else, it made us resolve to visit the church at Tudeley which has all its stained glass windows designed by Chagall!
We stayed to have lunch in the garden of the museum - basic stuff at extravagant prices! - then caught the bus into town to do the shopping for bits and pieces to take home. We started in Galeries Lafayette on Place Massena - biscuits, foie gras and, pleasant surprise, Raz el Hanout, my spice mix of the moment.
Then it was up Jean Medecin, a real battle wth all the kids out of school/college and in groups going the opposite way, to Monoprix where chocolates and more biscuits were acquired. Etcetera, etcetera!
Come 5.30, we were ensconced in our usual seats at AKAThor drinking our usual libations. 3 of them and we were fit for gnocchi and ratatouille at home.
Then reading, drinking wine and, finally, off to bed!
A demain!
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