I’ve been walking around grinning at the thrill of it all. After 2 1/2 months, and just a week to go…I was invited to the semi-private (no obvious signs on the door) dinner club owned (I think) by the Swedish consulate, to hear vocalist Leslie Lewis and her trio.****
I finally made it to the Picasso Musée and discovered that I like his least known lithographs the most.****I attended a jazz jam session where many of the expat American jazz musicians who have lived and played in Paris for decades performed in tribute to legendary bassist Wayne Dockery. ****I lucked up and was invited to attend a Paris, evening wear, runway show during Paris Fashion Week. The Kardashians weren’t there, but I didn’t miss them and I got a swag bag!****As I usually do on my wind-down, I walked aimlessly for hours, down unfamiliar streets, taking in all of the surprising delights for the eye that meet you at every turn.
To Paris and Beyond! 