January 12: Nothing Except a Eunuch

Today I took a delightful stroll across Paris with A. - three miles which will translate into three croissants tomorrow morning, following the internationally recognized standard (or does one measure croissants in kilometers? If so - sweet!). However, I was not well organized, and the Grand Palais, putative goal of the stroll, turns out to be closed on Tuesdays. Self-assigned penance was a coffee followed by another two miles of walking, ending for A. with going to class (haha!) and for me with the church of Saint Germain des Prés, which rewarded all my efforts with 1718 painting by Nicolas Bertin entitled "The Baptism of Queen Candace's Eunuch."