Marche Puces et l'Orangerie

This morning I went to a place I know I'll be frequenting at least twice a month: the marche puces at Porte de Vanves. Marche=market; puces=fleas. Flea market. So this one was ridiculous, very vintagey and unusual. Tons of interesting people. I wanted to take pictures of the people and the trinkets, but I felt weird with a camera in general, so I refrained from getting my Sartorialist on and stuck to the trinkets.

I could have spent a lot of money at this place (and probably will over the course of 4 months) but all I bought today was an ancient key and chain which I put together into a necklace. The vender became my first French admirer, telling me I looked "tres attirante avec ce coupe de garcon" -- very attractive with my boy haircut.

Viola!

Later I met up a few IES students and staff member and we walked around the Gardin Tuileries, a very old public garden located between the Louvre and Place de Concorde. It was created by Catherine de Medicis in 1564. We wanted to go on the ferris wheel but decided that 10 euro could be better spent. Instead we got in for free (our IES student card allows us free entrance into most museums in Paris) to the Orangerie, a museum specially orchestrated by Monet which houses his rounded works.

This one's by Matisse. Reminded me of ma mere.

I'm still not feeling very well, sleep's a bit out of whack and feeling nauseous and overwhelmed a lot of the time. The mornings are the worst. I am trying to be patient with myself. hopefully as the weeks go by I will feel like my grand old self.