Ladee's Travels

  Paris in Pixels: When the Walls Become an Art Gallery One of the pleasures of walking through Paris is remembering to look up . The city’s pale stone walls are not merely backgrounds for architecture. They have become an enormous, constantly changing outdoor gallery. I came across this wonderful collection clustered around a window: a red heart tied with what looks like a ribbon, a wonderfully graphic eye, a small green-and-black creature, and, most conspicuously, a large green-and-white pixelated alien. Even the black-and-white piece disappearing around the corner seems to be participating in the conversation. At first glance, I wondered whether they were all the work of the famous Paris street artist Invader . They are not necessarily, and that makes this photograph considerably more interesting. The artist who started an invasion The best-known name associated with this style is Invader , the pseudonymous French artist who began installing ceramic mosaics around Pari...

  Trash Talk in Paris: A Front Desk Conversation Turns Into a Business Idea One of the things I enjoy most about traveling is talking with people who actually live where I am visiting. You can research municipal systems and read official explanations, but sometimes you learn far more by simply asking a local, “So, how does this really work?” Today, that question was about trash.  I had been curious about how Paris handles the enormous amount of household and business waste generated every day. So I struck up a conversation with the gentleman at the front desk of my hotel. He explained it from the perspective of someone who lives here. From the Apartment to the Street In a typical Paris apartment building, residents don’t necessarily wait for “trash day” the way many Americans do. Buildings have designated areas with large bins, often tucked behind doors or inside a courtyard or service area. When you have trash in your apartment, you take it downstairs and put it into th...

  An Afternoon in Les Halles: Walking Through Paris and My Own Memories There are some places in Paris that I visit because they are beautiful, some because they are historic, and others because they simply feel familiar. Les Halles is all three for me. This afternoon I found myself walking through this part of Paris again, and almost immediately I began remembering other walks here, especially the time I spent exploring this neighborhood with my son and my soon to be daughter-in-law. There were funny antics in the park, lots of laughter, and even eyelash wishes. I will have to find the link to that earlier adventure and add it here, because walking these paths again brought those memories surprisingly close. Beginning at the Bourse de Commerce My walk took me past the magnificent Bourse de Commerce , a building that seems determined to make you stop and look up. Its pale stone façade, enormous fluted columns, elaborate sculptural pediment and beautiful black-and-gold entrance...