27 Mai 2007
9:13 a.m. home/4:13 p.m. Paris
I feel like I've shaken the jetlag and am fitting into Paris nicely. My French is coming back to me enough to get us by.
So far today we've gone to Sacre Coeur, where we climbed the dome and got to see a view of the whole city. It was windy, cold and rainey, but it was absolutely fabulous in all ways. We could see the Eiffel Tower shooting towards the sky as a cloud hung over Paris.
We got to go in Sacre Coeur, but we're asked not to take pictures, which sucked because it was absolutely beautiful and I wanted to show my mama.
While we were inside, a mass was going on. The choir was singing in French and Nuns were intermittently speaking in English. It was beautiful and moving to be there during mass, but odd that they would allow hoards of people to run literally around the core of the church during a holy ceremony.
The stain glass windows told stories and I got a picture of one of them behind a statue of the Virgin Mary holding Baby Jesus.
Candles were lit all through the church. For 10 Euro (E) you could light a large candle and for 2E you could light a teeny one.
We climbed the smallest, tallest staircase I've ever seen to get to the dome of Sacre Coeur. It spiraled up and up. My thighs began burning way before we got to the top.
After Sacre Coeur, it started to rain and we ran to a nearby patisserie and got cafe au lait and pain du chocalat. It was amazing. We stood in a bus stop in Montmartre to take shelter from the wind and rain and ate and drank and watched the Parisians go by. A man sat there with us and ate two cups of chocolate pudding with a camping spoon. He had just bought groceries, which he carried in his own floweredy bag.
This morning, we went to an open fruit store and bought an orange and banana. Then we went to a tiny grocery store and bought 0.5 litres of water for 0.18E.
We also saw the two remaining windmills in Montmartre, drank Muscadine wine standing at a French bar, Le Refuge, and then rode the Metro back to the hotel to put on shoes and socks and make another plan for the evening.
Dreaming of my fairyland,
Stefanie
I feel like I've shaken the jetlag and am fitting into Paris nicely. My French is coming back to me enough to get us by.
So far today we've gone to Sacre Coeur, where we climbed the dome and got to see a view of the whole city. It was windy, cold and rainey, but it was absolutely fabulous in all ways. We could see the Eiffel Tower shooting towards the sky as a cloud hung over Paris.
We got to go in Sacre Coeur, but we're asked not to take pictures, which sucked because it was absolutely beautiful and I wanted to show my mama.
While we were inside, a mass was going on. The choir was singing in French and Nuns were intermittently speaking in English. It was beautiful and moving to be there during mass, but odd that they would allow hoards of people to run literally around the core of the church during a holy ceremony.
The stain glass windows told stories and I got a picture of one of them behind a statue of the Virgin Mary holding Baby Jesus.
Candles were lit all through the church. For 10 Euro (E) you could light a large candle and for 2E you could light a teeny one.
We climbed the smallest, tallest staircase I've ever seen to get to the dome of Sacre Coeur. It spiraled up and up. My thighs began burning way before we got to the top.
After Sacre Coeur, it started to rain and we ran to a nearby patisserie and got cafe au lait and pain du chocalat. It was amazing. We stood in a bus stop in Montmartre to take shelter from the wind and rain and ate and drank and watched the Parisians go by. A man sat there with us and ate two cups of chocolate pudding with a camping spoon. He had just bought groceries, which he carried in his own floweredy bag.
This morning, we went to an open fruit store and bought an orange and banana. Then we went to a tiny grocery store and bought 0.5 litres of water for 0.18E.
We also saw the two remaining windmills in Montmartre, drank Muscadine wine standing at a French bar, Le Refuge, and then rode the Metro back to the hotel to put on shoes and socks and make another plan for the evening.
Dreaming of my fairyland,Stefanie
posted by takin chances at 10:12 PM
1 Comments:
Ah, The Metro.
I love this. Love it, love it, love it.
Oh, and I meant to say earlier that I never ran into a rude French person. Did you? You'll have to include that in a round up post of everything.
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