|Jim Morrison’s grave at the Pere Lachaise Cemetery.|
|OK, I know we’ve all seen this in textbooks,
if not in the “flesh”, but I
had to add my photographic
commentary to the millions you might have
are too many darn tourists in Paris. You’d think I’d be used to
tourists, being from DC and all, but I’m definitely not. Today I meant
to wake up at 7 to get to the Louvre early, as I’m aware that long lines
are a simple reality here in Paris, but since I was up until 3, I gave
myself an extra hour in bed. I got the Louvre around 10:30 and the line
was already spilling onto the rue de Richelieu! I consoled myself with a
stroll through the Jardin des Tuileries, where I met a kindred spirit,
in the words of Anne of Green Gables– a 70-year old Frenchman named
Maurice. Maurice is a retired high school German teacher who lived in
East Germany during the Cold War to teach French to German students. He
speaks a good amount of English and was a great person to converse with
in French, since he was very patient and teacher-y. We had a lovely
conversation about being able to travel the world just by sitting and
people watching in the her Arr., and rounded out our time together with a
lively reading from his journals, in which he writes poems or notes
about his days, which he mostly spends people watching in gardens while
eating a picnic lunch he’s packed.
I want to be retired and/or be Maurice.
|My favorite statue in the Jardin des Tuileries.
It’s a centaur.
(People who knew me in middle school will
I don’t care to share why with the public.)
|This view of the Jardin des Tuileries
does not do it justice.
|Notre Dame. The line was WAY too
long to go in today- I’ll have to get
up early (and commit to actually
dragging myself out of bed) to see
the inside. Oy vay.
|I find this to be a very disturbing name for a
Culture Shocks: People still being able to smoke within 100 feet of bars and restaurants. Paris has caught up with the times when it comes to smokers not bringing their mauvais habitude into an enclosed space, but smokers are allowed to blow their smoke and flick their ashes at you when you’re sitting elbow-to-elbow at a sidewalk cafe! Some ash blew right into my crepe this afternoon although, being hungry and also
stunned by its deliciousness, I kept right on eating….after all, I was raised by smokers…
Money Spent: Since I spent a very tame weekend in (with lots of buttery croissants and wine!), not too much. The money I spent today was WELL worth it, especially on a wonderfully delicious crepe and bollee (a bowl of cider that tasted like petroleum jelly- but, presentation being 9/10 of the law, I actually liked it).