Sunday morning we went out for bread, I made omelets with the girolles, and then we headed up to the Albert Kahn Museum and Gardens. http://www.albert-kahn.fr/english/
It's just outside of Paris in Boulogne-Billancourt at the last stop on the Line 10 Metro. Albert Kahn was a wealthy banker who among other projects, started the Archive of the Planet, sending photographers and filmmakers around the world to capture disappearing traditions from 1909 to 1931. He also built a fantastic garden around his home, mostly Japanese in style, along with more conventional wooded and floral gardens. Because the photo collection is so huge, they only show part each year, in topical shows. This year's was on Brittany, and we found it fascinating. The gardens are lovely, and well worth the trip.
Afterward, we sent across the street to a brasserie and had a decent lunch, surrounded by neighborhood grandmothers. I had one of my Paris traditions, foie de veau.
Larry was dying to see the Tour de France go by, but we weren't thrilled about jocking for postition amongst the hordes on the Champs. So we headed to the 16th and found a stretch of wall along the river where the view would be good. We had looked at the time charts, and anticipated the riders would be going past at about 3:30 or so. We waited. And waited some more (I am now more than ever in love with my ipod Touch, as I got to read a downloaded book) as the team buses, team cars, and various Tour entourages came beeping by. Finally, at about 4:30, the riders approached. They whizzed by, and my husband was very happy.
Took a bus back in the direction of the apartment, and got off early so we could get a walk in. Passed this interesting old bathhouse.
Dinner at home.