We love Paris in the Springtime

Ahh, Paris.  Do it sometime.  We did all biggies.  Short little stories, out of order, for you to share in the experience.

 

Metro.  Oh my.  Love them when they are not crowded.  Scary when they are.  One guy butt checked Kurt and others in a crowded cab in an effort to make more room.  One has to strategize your exit, planning who you will push and shove to make an exit.   The one time I thought we wouldn’t all make it off, the doors opened behind us and we were able to step off with no problems.  Ohh, my mother hen gene got a little worked up.

 

train crowd

 

 

Two experiences with the Famous French Rudeness. An unbelievably rude woman at the Eiffel Tower ticket booth.  She erred and refused to help me solve the problem.  Not cause we were American, she was rude to the two French speaking customers ahead of us as well.  As we exited I wished the people  behind us “Good Luck.”  One of the clerks at our hotel was a hot tempered impatient man who was rude to his peers as well as customers. On the whole, people were polite and helpful, strangers stopping to help us as we stood, map in hand  looking lost.  Our hotel was booked online and was the least expensive I could find.  We quickly figured out why when we exited the metro at Pigally.  Moulin Rouge was several blocks away from the hotel which should have been a clue had I been paying attention.  

 

Uhhhuh...  The Museum of Eroticism was here too..

Uhhhuh... The Museum of Eroticism was here too..

 

 

Prior to going up the Eiffel tower we bought a couple of bottles of wine, not realizing we would have to go through a security check to get up the tower.  Oops.  The guard suggested through hand gestures that we hide the wine in the park and hope that it was there when we returned.  Once again I was reminded why Kurt would be my choice were I stranded on an island with only one other person.   The brilliance of my man, hiding our goods in the garbage!  

When we were on the tower, an emergency alarm went off and we were informed by a calm voice in several languages that we needed to exit the tower.  No one listened.  So we didn’t either.  Due to the wind we were unable to go to the top of the tower, but we were all satisfied with out trip to the middle.  

Covered with a bit more garbage, but still there!

Our wine bottles, covered with a bit more garbage, but still there!

 

 

Memorable Quotes:

When asked if the caffe au lait was made with expresso the waitress responded.  “Listen, there is no such thing as coffee that isn’t expresso.”

Kurt was met with a blank stare and this comment when he asked at a wine shop for a bottle of wine made from a fruit other then grapes.  “If it’s not made with grapes, it’s not wine.”

 

Costs:  $7.50 for a glass of coke.  $100 for a meal that would cost us $30 in Sweden.  Go to Paris.  But don’t stay long!

 

We discovered an amazing book store called Shakespeare and Company, located on the Seine and at Kilometer Zero.  The upstairs has no books for sale but piles and shelves of books for you to read. Couches and chairs provided.coolest bookstore ever

 

While we sat in a rose garden reading our newly acquired booty, Kurt watched a young couple get engaged; the knee, the ring, the tears and the laughter.  Paris is for lovers!  (and book readers)

While we sat in a rose garden reading our newly acquired booty, Kurt watched a young couple get engaged; the knee, the ring, the tears and the laughter. Paris is for lovers! (and book readers)

 

We visited the Catacoumbs twice.  Once on Monday not realizing it was closed Mondays.  (Museums close Monday or Tuesday of each week.)  On Tuesday we waited in line in the rain and were all pleased to get in.  That is until Lily saw this sign:

Lily turned to us and said, "oh, no.  I am both those things!"

Regarding the statement on the ossuary tour, Lily turned to us and said, "oh, no. I am both those things."

 

One walks for what feels like miles in tunnels under the streets of Paris before you reach the ossuary.  On our way out of the catacombs, larger bags are searched for any souvenirs.  There was a skull at the exit that someone had tried to smuggle out.

One walks for what feels like miles in tunnels under the streets of Paris before you reach the ossuary. On our way out of the catacombs, larger bags are searched for any "souvenirs". There was a skull at the exit that someone had tried to smuggle out.

After we went to Notre Dame  Cathedral we spent time in the park watching the bird lady, who shared seed with all.  Walt Disney’s influence was evident, movie images flitted through our minds as we looked at gargoyles on Notre Dame and I found myself singing, “Feed the birds, feed the birds” from Mary Poppins as  I watched my family feed the pigeons.  The guard at the top of the Notre Dame cathedral was reading Victor Hugo’s book.  He told me it was required reading if you worked there.  

three gargoyles

 

crazy pigeon lady

 

At Sacre de Cour there are many Africans selling goods such as fake name brand purses and little Eiffel tower key chains.  They have the goods spread on a small blanket with strings attached to each corner, tying off in the middle. (Look closely and you can see it in the picture.) We watched a moving wave of men scoop up their blankets and goods and run out of the area, apparently warned by something that the cops were arriving.

Sacre De lour sellers

 

The Meads at the top of Notre Dame Cathedral

The Meads at the top of Notre Dame Cathedral

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One Response to “We love Paris in the Springtime”

  1. Blind Squirrel FCD Says:

    Almost over? It seems like yesterday…
    I just got back from the frozen North. Your driveway and mail box haven’t changed a bit. (I didn’t pull in) but the forest ZOMG the ice storm!
    Devastation! Every birch or aspen that isn’t broken in half has a pile of branches around it. In places, you can’t even walk through the woods. The beavers will have it easy this year. The Ridge should be a good place for ultimate frisbee if they ever get it cleaned up. Zeus sure has it in for that place.
    By some cosmic coincidence, Jenny and mom were reading Laura Ingalls Wilder where Laura was awake all night listening to the trees break up from an ice storm while actually listening to the trees outside their house breaking up in an ice storm! Now she is warped for life.
    People miss you. Kari has had it especially tough, with loosing her BFF and her sister at the same time. She has taken to loading a couple of hounds into her canoe and vanishing into the wilderness for extended periods of time. Smud is worried that she will go completely feral if Yarrow doesn’t come back soon.

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