Goodbye Fontainebleau, Bonjour Paris by Josh Dupuy — Days 35-37

On Wednesday, we said goodbye to the best of friends Camille, Alban, Jerry and Marie (and of course man’s best friend, Boston) and took the train to Paris. Though brief, we realised again that seeing the people we’ve missed so much during the pandemic is really the best part of the summer.


Arbitre en chef Alban refereeing one of the last foosball matches.
The boys learned the basics of the beautiful game of babyfoot:
First and foremost – no spinning!
We broke into a municipal field in Avon to play pickup football and rugby.
We were able to say hello and goodbye to the one, the only,
Eli Weinstein and his son (the real Fußball prodigy) Arik.
The last time Arik and Xavier were playing together they were a bit smaller.
(Special guests the Wesches!)
This time really the last and final golden goal foosball tournament at Rue Auguste Barbier.
Goodbye Fontainebleau.

We took the train to Paris and we were reminded how the French investments in rail infrastructure have paid off. The Paris-Fontainebleau train takes 39 minutes from center to center. Fontainebleau is about 50 miles south of Paris. It takes nearly the same amount of time (34 minutes) to take the train from Brookline across town to the Boston Garden which is five miles away.

Quick kip on the train to Paris.

On the train ride in, we were fired up and ready to go!

On the first few days in Paris, we tried to live like the locals. We got our Navigo cards so we could take the metro. After getting the cards, Alexander got a *warning* from a sassy and unhelpful metro attendant for not having a picture on his card (the card we had just purchased).

But this would not stand! We were going to show the RATP (Paris metro authority) who was in charge.

We went to a photo booth right away for some sweet pics. Alexander was now hoping and praying we would be questioned by the metro police.

Our metro passes — Josh was going for Blue Steel/Zoolander, Beth and Alexander for License to Drive, and Xavier for super cool teenager.

Then we were on the hunt for some Bánh mì and Pho and found some delicious Vietnamese in the 13th. After our steaming soup and spring rolls, we ventured to the Musée de la Chasse et de la Nature — the très cool museum in the Marais.

Vietnamese lunch.

The Musée de la Chasse et de la Nature is a private museum of hunting and nature. It is really a hidden gem if you want to switch up a standard Paris itinerary. The museum was first inaugurated by French novelist and political figure André Malraux in 1967. Since then, it has undergone extensive refurbishments. In addition to the displays, the setting is stunning. The works are housed in the combined Hôtel de Guénégaud and Hôtel de Mongelas, two Parisian hôtel particuliers (private mansions).

The permanent and temporary exhibits focus on the connection between people and animals through hunting. Creative, bizarre, eclectic, curious, sauvage. All of the above and more. But most importantly, the team agreed the Musée de la Chasse et de la Nature in the Marais is très très cool.

Alexander being eaten by a wild sangliere.
Who is watching/observing who?

@ChasseNature #Sauvage #AmateurArt #ChasseNature #HôtelsParticuliers #Marais #ArtAncien #ArtContemporain #AnimauxNaturalisés

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