Not ready to tackle a crime-ridden Parisian banlieu (suburb) quite yet, I took the metro out to see a sculpture just east of the Arc de Triomphe. From the moment I walked up from the metro and saw the precise work I was looking for, my day took a serious turn for the better. Gustave Doré's Monument to Alexander Dumas is one of my favorites, not least because a fantastically dashing figure of D'Artagnan is perched on the back.
|Like Puss in Boots, without the mice necklace.|
After telling my new Liberian friend to check out the sculpture with D'Artagnan on it, I made the short walk to nearby Parc Monceau. I love Parisian parks in general, but this one might have jumped to the top of the list. It has tons of sculpture, a rose garden, a carousel, a stand selling crepes and ice cream, a children's playground (with its own special mini bathroom), space for rollerblading, a loud and strange prayer group, random ruined arches, a weird pyramidal building of some sort, and even ponies.
|Ponies, from left to right: Pierre, Jean-Claude, and Bill.|
|Sculpture to left, submarine to right.|
|Napoleon was very short, his column is very big. Insert joke here.|
|The "slumming it" of Parisian shopping.|