Dear Reader,
Reggie has been on holiday in Paris this week, and has been posting about it on his Facebook page.
If you haven't "friended" me on Facebook yet, I encourage you to do so, as I would enjoy sharing my exploits in the City of Light (among my other FB musings) with you. You can find me on Facebook here.
Yours ever so,
Reggie
Photograph of Les Invalides at twilight by Reggie Darling
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Friday, March 22, 2013
Sunday, September 9, 2012
A Nantucket Interlude
Over the Labor Day long weekend Boy and I decamped to Nantucket for a leisurely end-of-summer getaway. That meant not only a vacation from the workaday world for Reggie, but also a respite from his regular blogging, Dear Reader. I purposely didn't take my laptop with me on our Nantucket sojourn.
It was really rather liberating not to be hooked into the blogosphere during our visit to the island. But it was also rather maddening, as I can't remember the last time I've gone a full five days without having the opportunity to tap away at my computer, doing this and that.
We stayed at the Cliffside Beach Club & Hotel, an intimate private club and hotel right on the beach, about a mile outside of the town of Nantucket.
We didn't rent a house on the island this year because I procrastinated doing so until long after the last berth was booked on the car ferries to and from the island during the month of August. No berth = no car on island = an impossibility when one rents a house out of town, as we have done in years past. Believe me, that is not going to happen again next year!
We more than consoled ourselves this season, however, with a visit to the Cliffside Beach Club & Hotel. The Cliffside has been around for a long time, more than one hundred years. I'm not sure when they added hotel rooms to it, but I'm glad they did. There are only twenty-seven guest rooms at the hotel, and it retains an intimacy that is most appealing.
It was really rather liberating not to be hooked into the blogosphere during our visit to the island. But it was also rather maddening, as I can't remember the last time I've gone a full five days without having the opportunity to tap away at my computer, doing this and that.
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| The entrance to the Cliffside's clubhouse |
We stayed at the Cliffside Beach Club & Hotel, an intimate private club and hotel right on the beach, about a mile outside of the town of Nantucket.
We didn't rent a house on the island this year because I procrastinated doing so until long after the last berth was booked on the car ferries to and from the island during the month of August. No berth = no car on island = an impossibility when one rents a house out of town, as we have done in years past. Believe me, that is not going to happen again next year!
| The Cliffside Beach Club in the 1930s Image courtesy of Vintage Photo Works |
We more than consoled ourselves this season, however, with a visit to the Cliffside Beach Club & Hotel. The Cliffside has been around for a long time, more than one hundred years. I'm not sure when they added hotel rooms to it, but I'm glad they did. There are only twenty-seven guest rooms at the hotel, and it retains an intimacy that is most appealing.
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| An aerial view of the Cliffside Beach Club & Hotel today Image courtesy of same |
The Cliffside has a wonderfully old-fashioned look. Very beachy. Very New England. Very Nantucket. We loved it.
There is a small café at the hotel that serves a continental breakfast. Food can also be ordered from from the restaurant next door (more on that later).
The Cliffside is famous for its colorful beach umbrellas, which are put up every sunny day during the season on the club's private beach.
The umbrellas are carefully placed and spaced along the shore every morning by the very helpful and accommodating beach staff.
The club's beach boys are more than happy to provide the Cliffside's members and guests with lounge chairs, boogie boards, and towels throughout the day. It's all very cushy, comfy, and just so.
The Cliffside makes every effort to ensure that its guests have a pleasant, relaxing visit. I was pleased to learn that cellphones are prohibited in the club's public areas and on the beach.
In addition to being in a fabulous location right on the beach, the Cliffside has all sorts of facilities for the enjoyment of its guests. It has two marvelous swimming pools (one for paddling around in and one for serious lap swimming), and also an inviting, bubbling hot spa pool. One can get massages and other treatments at the Cliffside, and it also has a very well-equipped gym. Reggie looked in the door at the gym once during his visit, and was impressed by it, but he didn't actually use it.
Although we enjoyed spending time on the beach during our stay at the Cliffside, we spent more time in the pool area of the club.
The Cliffside's pool area was quieter and less windy than the beach during our end-of-summer visit. And—more importantly—it had direct access to the club's café service, so daytime cocktails were but a telephone call away . . .
. . . and delivered by the charming and amusing Vanessa, who was all too happy to serve us whenever the need for beverages and snacks arose. Which was often, I might add, Dear Reader.
One of the things that impressed us about the Cliffside was the attention to detail. At the pool area they change out the towels every day at mid-day with a differently striped towel for use during the afternoon. We liked that.
One of the great pleasures of the Cliffside is its proximity to the Galley Beach Restaurant. "The Galley," as it is known, sits on the same property as the Cliffside and provides room service to the hotel's guests. The Galley is one of the more expensive restaurants on the island and draws a glamorous, well-tended crowd. Patrons run the gamut from carefully preserved matrons carrying lightship basket handbags, Hedge Fund families bedecked in Lilly and Nantucket Reds, and international jet-set types just off the enormous boats that line the Nantucket Harbor during the summer season. It is the Swifty's of the island, as Boy has often remarked.
The Galley is one of our favorite restaurants on Nantucket. Last year, we ate lunch there three or four times during each of the two weeks we spent on the island.
The Galley has a terrific raw bar during the day, and the restaurant's food is delicious, inventive, and . . . comforting. They have an extensive wine list, and also mix very tasty cocktails. The staff is friendly, welcoming, and extremely well trained. The Galley gets it more than right—in fact, it is pretty much perfection, in my view.
And with that, Dear Reader, I conclude this post about our extended Labor Day weekend visit to the island of Nantucket, a place that I first visited as a very small boy nearly fifty years ago.
Please note: Reggie has not received anything in return for his review of the Cliffside Beach Club & Hotel or of the Galley Beach Restaurant, and he does not expect to do so. He has written this post entirely for the enjoyment of his readers, which is the sole purpose of this blog.
All photographs, except where noted, were taken by Reggie on his BlackBerry
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| The view out to sea from the club's entrance |
While the Cliffside is considered to be a luxury boutique hotel, one doesn't go there expecting a Ritz-Carlton, full-dawg resort experience. There are no pool boys running around spritzing guests with Evian filled atomizers as they loll on chaise longues. It's very low key—one spritzes oneself.
I'd say that the level of service at the Cliffside is up to any of the five star hotels I've stayed in, and there have been many, Dear Reader. The Cliffside is intentionally understated and informal. It's an American beach hotel.
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| The covered loggia at the Cliffside, perfect for admiring the ocean view |
I'd say that the level of service at the Cliffside is up to any of the five star hotels I've stayed in, and there have been many, Dear Reader. The Cliffside is intentionally understated and informal. It's an American beach hotel.
The guest rooms and public rooms are purposely plain and straightforward, carefully retaining an informal, beachy feel. Very well-appointed and comfortable, indeed, but not self-consciously so.
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| The lobby/great room at the Cliffside Image courtesy of same |
There is a small café at the hotel that serves a continental breakfast. Food can also be ordered from from the restaurant next door (more on that later).
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| The beach at the Cliffside, set with umbrellas and chairs for members and guests Image courtesy of CocoCozy |
The umbrellas are carefully placed and spaced along the shore every morning by the very helpful and accommodating beach staff.
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| The Cliffside's beach boys Image courtesy of Facebook |
The club's beach boys are more than happy to provide the Cliffside's members and guests with lounge chairs, boogie boards, and towels throughout the day. It's all very cushy, comfy, and just so.
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| A view of the Cliffside Beach Club's umbrellas in the 1950s Image courtesy of NHA |
In addition to being in a fabulous location right on the beach, the Cliffside has all sorts of facilities for the enjoyment of its guests. It has two marvelous swimming pools (one for paddling around in and one for serious lap swimming), and also an inviting, bubbling hot spa pool. One can get massages and other treatments at the Cliffside, and it also has a very well-equipped gym. Reggie looked in the door at the gym once during his visit, and was impressed by it, but he didn't actually use it.
The Cliffside's pool area was quieter and less windy than the beach during our end-of-summer visit. And—more importantly—it had direct access to the club's café service, so daytime cocktails were but a telephone call away . . .
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| The ever-helpful Vanessa, provider of cocktails and other comestibles |
. . . and delivered by the charming and amusing Vanessa, who was all too happy to serve us whenever the need for beverages and snacks arose. Which was often, I might add, Dear Reader.
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| The "morning" towel |
One of the things that impressed us about the Cliffside was the attention to detail. At the pool area they change out the towels every day at mid-day with a differently striped towel for use during the afternoon. We liked that.
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| The "afternoon" towel |
One of the great pleasures of the Cliffside is its proximity to the Galley Beach Restaurant. "The Galley," as it is known, sits on the same property as the Cliffside and provides room service to the hotel's guests. The Galley is one of the more expensive restaurants on the island and draws a glamorous, well-tended crowd. Patrons run the gamut from carefully preserved matrons carrying lightship basket handbags, Hedge Fund families bedecked in Lilly and Nantucket Reds, and international jet-set types just off the enormous boats that line the Nantucket Harbor during the summer season. It is the Swifty's of the island, as Boy has often remarked.
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| The Galley Beach Restaurant, as seen from the Cliffside's entrance |
The Galley is one of our favorite restaurants on Nantucket. Last year, we ate lunch there three or four times during each of the two weeks we spent on the island.
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| Matches and the card from the Galley |
The Galley has a terrific raw bar during the day, and the restaurant's food is delicious, inventive, and . . . comforting. They have an extensive wine list, and also mix very tasty cocktails. The staff is friendly, welcoming, and extremely well trained. The Galley gets it more than right—in fact, it is pretty much perfection, in my view.
One has the option of dining outside or inside at the Galley. We generally prefer to dine inside, out of the sun's direct rays, in the restaurant's breezy, open-air main dining room.
The Galley's dining room has views both of the hotel and the ocean. It is a marvelous place to go during sunset, when one is assured of having a front-row seat to the summer's sun setting over the ocean—a rare treat here on the East Coast of America.
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| The beachside view from the Galley's main dining room |
We ate all but one of our lunches at the Galley during our stay at the Cliffside. We didn't feel the need to go anywhere else. Why should we, when the Galley is such perfection?
We did muster leaving the compound for several dinners in town, though. I would highly recommend Dune for its inventive, beautifully presented locavore fare; Ventuno for its superb Italian/world cuisine; and Cru for the freshest-of-the-fresh seafood. (Cru occupies the choice harborside location, right at the tip of Straight Wharf, of the former and decidedly inferior Rope Walk.) Thank you, PVE, for recommending Cru on your charming blog—it was because of you that we went there.
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| A view of the Cliffside from above, taken on our last day on Nantucket |
And with that, Dear Reader, I conclude this post about our extended Labor Day weekend visit to the island of Nantucket, a place that I first visited as a very small boy nearly fifty years ago.
Please note: Reggie has not received anything in return for his review of the Cliffside Beach Club & Hotel or of the Galley Beach Restaurant, and he does not expect to do so. He has written this post entirely for the enjoyment of his readers, which is the sole purpose of this blog.
All photographs, except where noted, were taken by Reggie on his BlackBerry
Sunday, December 8, 2013
Basil's First Darlington Christmas Begins . . .
Boy tells me that I am wasting too much time and too many images by posting on my Facebook page instead of here at Reggie. He thinks I've been neglecting you, Dear Reader.
So I'm going to do something about that. I plan on adding more short-and-sweet mini posts here to augment the longer, wordier, image-filled posts I've been doing for most of this past year. The migration of my shorter posts to FB is one of the reasons I've been posting less frequently here at Reggie.
Today's post follows through on my resolution. It features a photograph of our sweet little Basil sitting on the floor of one of our barns at Darlington, with our newly cut Christmas tree—an Abies concolor, commonly known as a Concolor Fir—waiting in the background. Boy cut the tree down this morning at a nearby Christmas tree farm with the assistance of our wonderful handyman/groundsman/all-around-helper/godsend Rich (just as he did last year, too).
We plan on putting the tree up in our drawing room next weekend, with the assistance of darling Basil, of course. Given what Boy has told me about his plans to decorate this year's tree, I am sure it will be one of the most beautiful we've ever had.
Needless to say, Basil is beside himself with excitement!
Photograph by Boy Fenwick
So I'm going to do something about that. I plan on adding more short-and-sweet mini posts here to augment the longer, wordier, image-filled posts I've been doing for most of this past year. The migration of my shorter posts to FB is one of the reasons I've been posting less frequently here at Reggie.
Today's post follows through on my resolution. It features a photograph of our sweet little Basil sitting on the floor of one of our barns at Darlington, with our newly cut Christmas tree—an Abies concolor, commonly known as a Concolor Fir—waiting in the background. Boy cut the tree down this morning at a nearby Christmas tree farm with the assistance of our wonderful handyman/groundsman/all-around-helper/godsend Rich (just as he did last year, too).
We plan on putting the tree up in our drawing room next weekend, with the assistance of darling Basil, of course. Given what Boy has told me about his plans to decorate this year's tree, I am sure it will be one of the most beautiful we've ever had.
Needless to say, Basil is beside himself with excitement!
Photograph by Boy Fenwick
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Pick Up the Telephone!
I recently received a telephone call out of the blue from my friend Jock Pardoe. After speaking with him for a minute or two, I still wasn't quite sure why he had called me, so I asked him.
"I'm calling just to say 'hello,'" he said, "It's been awhile since we spoke, and I was thinking about you. So I thought I'd pick up the telephone and call you, and check in."
I was really quite flattered and pleased. We had a lovely conversation, and I enjoyed catching up with Jock, hearing what he was up to and discussing what was going on in our respective lives and with our loved ones. At the end we made plans to get together soon. How nice, I thought, as I hung up the phone. It had been a long time since someone called me up for no reason, except to say "hello."
And it got me thinking . . .
Over the last several years many people I know have pretty much dispensed with using the telephone to communicate, instead relying increasingly on email, texting (the youngs), and more recently Facebook. It all started out in the workaday world, where email is far more efficient for taking care of routine business than endlessly leaving voicemail messages or speaking on the telephone. With the advent of the BlackBerry and the iPhone, email very quickly took over in the personal world, too. It's never been the same since for the poor old telephone.
While I think email is certainly an efficient and convenient means for communicating and sharing basic information, I believe it is no substitute for picking up the telephone and actually speaking with someone. In fact, I think too many of us rely on email when we really should be picking up the telephone instead.
Now, before you roll your eyes and say, "Reggie, of course you think that way—you're a hopelessly old-fashioned fuddy-duddy!" I ask you to ponder the following:
How many times have you found that you have exchanged ten emails with someone to resolve something that could have been more efficiently taken care of in a single phone call?
How many times have you received a message via email from someone that contained time-sensitive or important information and that you somehow missed in your inbox queue, only to discover it several days later, if at all?
How many times have you received an invitation to a private party that you thought was for some kind of mass-email "event" promotion, and you ignored it, only to learn after the fact that it wasn't?
How many times have you sent (or received) an email where the content was—for whatever reason—misinterpreted by the recipient, where they took what you meant in the wrong way?
How many times have you hit the "send" button and then realized in re-reading what you wrote that it wasn't actually what you meant to say?
More times than you'd think.
In each of these cases, it would have been far preferable to pick up the telephone and call the person you wished to communicate with rather than sending them an email.
When writing and sending emails or texts, you can't always depend that your reader will truly understand what you are saying, or interpret it in the way you intended. Email is not a nuanced communication tool. Email is the absolute worst medium to use when communicating a criticism or a complaint, because it can set the recipient off. Unlike when speaking with someone, in an email you can't determine how your audience has interpreted or reacted to what you have written, until you hear back from them. That is, assuming they ever email you back.
Boy has a very sound rule that he follows, both in his personal life and in his professional one: never use email to discuss non-routine business, or where the recipient could potentially misconstrue what is being written about. Only use email for routine communication of information. If you've got to work something out with another person, then get on the telephone and speak with them.
And he's right.
Another reason one should only use email for routine communication or business is that you can't control who your email will ultimately be forwarded to. Once an email has been sent it is out there, in the public domain. How many of us have been forwarded or seen emails (sometimes in the media) that someone else sent that contained embarrassing or less than flattering information about the sender? I have, and so have you.
Dear Reader, I'm not suggesting that you shouldn't use email. No, not at all. What I am encouraging you to do is to use email only for what it is best suited: routine communication. Do not rely on it as a substitute for picking up the telephone and actually speaking with someone, particularly in those situations I have outlined above.
When emailing your friends and loved ones, ask yourself whether email is the most appropriate, efficient, or politic means of communicating with your audience, or if what you have to say or communicate would be better done over the telephone. An effective way of determining that is to ask yourself what you would prefer if you were the one being contacted. Would you rather get a phone call or an email? I think you will be surprised how many times you decide that speaking with someone on the telephone is preferable to email.
And what about my friend Jock's reason for using the telephone, to call up his friends simply to say "hello"? I think it is the best reason of all.
And with that, Dear Reader, I rest my case.
Pick up the telephone!
All photographs courtesy of LIFE Images, Martha Holmes photographer
"I'm calling just to say 'hello,'" he said, "It's been awhile since we spoke, and I was thinking about you. So I thought I'd pick up the telephone and call you, and check in."
I was really quite flattered and pleased. We had a lovely conversation, and I enjoyed catching up with Jock, hearing what he was up to and discussing what was going on in our respective lives and with our loved ones. At the end we made plans to get together soon. How nice, I thought, as I hung up the phone. It had been a long time since someone called me up for no reason, except to say "hello."
And it got me thinking . . .
Over the last several years many people I know have pretty much dispensed with using the telephone to communicate, instead relying increasingly on email, texting (the youngs), and more recently Facebook. It all started out in the workaday world, where email is far more efficient for taking care of routine business than endlessly leaving voicemail messages or speaking on the telephone. With the advent of the BlackBerry and the iPhone, email very quickly took over in the personal world, too. It's never been the same since for the poor old telephone.
While I think email is certainly an efficient and convenient means for communicating and sharing basic information, I believe it is no substitute for picking up the telephone and actually speaking with someone. In fact, I think too many of us rely on email when we really should be picking up the telephone instead.
Now, before you roll your eyes and say, "Reggie, of course you think that way—you're a hopelessly old-fashioned fuddy-duddy!" I ask you to ponder the following:
How many times have you found that you have exchanged ten emails with someone to resolve something that could have been more efficiently taken care of in a single phone call?
How many times have you received an invitation to a private party that you thought was for some kind of mass-email "event" promotion, and you ignored it, only to learn after the fact that it wasn't?
How many times have you sent (or received) an email where the content was—for whatever reason—misinterpreted by the recipient, where they took what you meant in the wrong way?
How many times have you hit the "send" button and then realized in re-reading what you wrote that it wasn't actually what you meant to say?
More times than you'd think.
In each of these cases, it would have been far preferable to pick up the telephone and call the person you wished to communicate with rather than sending them an email.
When writing and sending emails or texts, you can't always depend that your reader will truly understand what you are saying, or interpret it in the way you intended. Email is not a nuanced communication tool. Email is the absolute worst medium to use when communicating a criticism or a complaint, because it can set the recipient off. Unlike when speaking with someone, in an email you can't determine how your audience has interpreted or reacted to what you have written, until you hear back from them. That is, assuming they ever email you back.
Boy has a very sound rule that he follows, both in his personal life and in his professional one: never use email to discuss non-routine business, or where the recipient could potentially misconstrue what is being written about. Only use email for routine communication of information. If you've got to work something out with another person, then get on the telephone and speak with them.
And he's right.
Another reason one should only use email for routine communication or business is that you can't control who your email will ultimately be forwarded to. Once an email has been sent it is out there, in the public domain. How many of us have been forwarded or seen emails (sometimes in the media) that someone else sent that contained embarrassing or less than flattering information about the sender? I have, and so have you.
Dear Reader, I'm not suggesting that you shouldn't use email. No, not at all. What I am encouraging you to do is to use email only for what it is best suited: routine communication. Do not rely on it as a substitute for picking up the telephone and actually speaking with someone, particularly in those situations I have outlined above.
When emailing your friends and loved ones, ask yourself whether email is the most appropriate, efficient, or politic means of communicating with your audience, or if what you have to say or communicate would be better done over the telephone. An effective way of determining that is to ask yourself what you would prefer if you were the one being contacted. Would you rather get a phone call or an email? I think you will be surprised how many times you decide that speaking with someone on the telephone is preferable to email.
And what about my friend Jock's reason for using the telephone, to call up his friends simply to say "hello"? I think it is the best reason of all.
And with that, Dear Reader, I rest my case.
Pick up the telephone!
All photographs courtesy of LIFE Images, Martha Holmes photographer
Monday, April 1, 2013
Easter in Paris, Part II
One of the places my seemingly never-ending search for champagne took me to was Le Vaudeville Brasserie, recommended by Nick Nicholson for its over-le-top Art Deco interiors. We were not disappointed! Not only did we find the sought-after flutes of champagne there, but we also found what we considered to be the best oysters we ate in Paris, and this marvelous, exuberant bouquet of cherry blossoms towering over the main dining room.
We admired the zen-like serenity of this chocolatier's window in the Carré Rive Gauche, nestled among the antiques shops the area is known for. It's so French it's almost Japanese!
I stopped at this tiny flower shop on the Rue du Bac because I thought it was terribly clever to scatter the discarded petals of the roses for sale there onto the sidewalk instead of sweeping them up and away. So pretty.
One was rather taken by this chocolate egg in the window of Les Marquis de Ladurée on the Place Vendôme featuring a cameo of Marianne of France.
More chocolate eggs seen in another chocolatier's window, this time wrapped with springlike green and chartreuse bows.
These pâte des fruits were the perfect ending to a lovely luncheon at le Grand Véfour, one of the oldest and most beautiful restaurants in Paris.
One does not see such flower stores here in New York outside of the city's (fast-dwindling) flower district. In Paris they seem to be at every turn!
Looking up into the Dôme des Invalides takes one's breath away.
I'm convinced the French have cornered the world's market in the creation of pretty confections.
What Easter would be complete without bunnies cavorting about, as these ones are at Deyrolle?
Shelves and shelves of chocolate eggs, bunnies, chickens, and ducks wrapped with orange bows!
Speaking of eggs, while visiting the sublime Musée Nissim de Camondo, I finally learned how to use one of those French copper bowls made for whipping egg whites. As can be seen in the photograph, the trick for stabilizing the round bottom of the bowl is to nestle it in a ring made of kitchen towel. This was an "ah-ha!" moment for Reggie!
Paris is full of musical offerings during the Easter season. We chanced upon an impromptu concert when visiting Eglise Saint-Sulpice early one evening.
I got yelled at by the security guard at the Hermès flagship store on the Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré for taking pictures, including this one of gorgeous flowers on display there.
Just as on Madison Avenue here in New York, there is always a line to get into Ladurée's flagship store in Paris. We were luckier at the Ladurée outpost in Saint-Germain.
Flowers and motorcycles are often seen together in Paris!
We thought this diamond and pearl tiara from the French crown jewels displayed at the Louvre was rather fetching.
But, to be honest, one preferred the more accessible rose-flavored cocktail in the bar at Hôtel le Bristol. It was delicious, and a perfect "pick-me-up" during an afternoon of taking in the sights.
What trip to France would be complete without pausing to admire topiary-filled Versailles planters in the Jardin des Tuileries?
Or a visit to Cathédral Notre-Dame de Paris? We were fortunate to find an evensong service in process there when we stopped in. The singing was magical. Of course one stood a respectful distance at the rear of the cathedral when taking this image.
And with that, Dear Reader, I conclude our whirlwind tour of Paris at Easter. I hope you liked it.
All photographs by Reggie Darling
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