We went to the 'above' to see the 'below.' But first we had to visit the Boulangerie.
My tofu quiche is on the ledge. Here we are at Aux Castelblangeois having breakfast. We came back here for dessert at the end of the day too. Fresh breads, sandwiches, pizzas with eggplants, tarts, flan, and all kinds of pastries. It is a carb addict's heaven. Soren was impressed when I said "Je voudrais quiche, sil vou plait. Combien?" (sp?) I'm bringing you some sweets Becky.
We got to the summit of the Eiffel Tower today. Long lines and smelly tourists all about, some getting in lots of kissing. We could see for miles. The fun entertainment was at the bottom underneath the tower. There was a living statue that would move when someone put change in her hat. She was all white, moved like a ballerina and blew a kiss to Soren. He caught it and sent her one back--she caught it, slowly and mechanically brought it to her chest, and it made her dance a bit longer--she almost cracked a smile. The other group was a hip-hop/break dance group.
Notice the log cabin pattern the wrapping makes on the mummy's face. Expertly done. Some of the sarcophagus covers were amazing in detail and craftsmanship. I learned the difference between and "good death/burial" and a "bad death/burial" in a history class. Being mummified with all the accompanying rituals and materials would definitely be considered a "good burial."
Soren's favorite sculpture he saw at the Louvre. It's Hercules killing the Hydra of Lerna. Herc looks as good from the back as he did from the front. He reminded me that celibacy will never be my strong suit.
A woman having lunch with the locals at the Louvre.
L'Arc de Triomphe. We got more done today than I thought. I try to approach people in French and then they are happy to speak English. We feel safe here and love the Metro. The great irony I can't figure out is how Scotland had not the greatest food and their people can tend to the overweight side of the scale. Paris has "I'll-kill-you-for-it" food and the women are stereotypically slender. Today is Saturday so we saw more children than we usually do during the weekday, which is fun. A darkhaired girl with tights and a scarf speaking French to her handsome Daddy is sweet to see. And then when he says to her, "Today is only English remember?" she switches seemlessly to English with a beautiful accent.
We went to the 'above' to see the 'below.' But first we had to visit the Boulangerie.
My tofu quiche is on the ledge. Here we are at Aux Castelblangeois having breakfast. We came back here for dessert at the end of the day too. Fresh breads, sandwiches, pizzas with eggplants, tarts, flan, and all kinds of pastries. It is a carb addict's heaven. Soren was impressed when I said "Je voudrais quiche, sil vou plait. Combien?" (sp?) I'm bringing you some sweets Becky.
We got to the summit of the Eiffel Tower today. Long lines and smelly tourists all about, some getting in lots of kissing. We could see for miles. The fun entertainment was at the bottom underneath the tower. There was a living statue that would move when someone put change in her hat. She was all white, moved like a ballerina and blew a kiss to Soren. He caught it and sent her one back--she caught it, slowly and mechanically brought it to her chest, and it made her dance a bit longer--she almost cracked a smile. The other group was a hip-hop/break dance group.
Notice the log cabin pattern the wrapping makes on the mummy's face. Expertly done. Some of the sarcophagus covers were amazing in detail and craftsmanship. I learned the difference between and "good death/burial" and a "bad death/burial" in a history class. Being mummified with all the accompanying rituals and materials would definitely be considered a "good burial."
Soren's favorite sculpture he saw at the Louvre. It's Hercules killing the Hydra of Lerna. Herc looks as good from the back as he did from the front. He reminded me that celibacy will never be my strong suit.
A woman having lunch with the locals at the Louvre.
L'Arc de Triomphe. We got more done today than I thought. I try to approach people in French and then they are happy to speak English. We feel safe here and love the Metro. The great irony I can't figure out is how Scotland had not the greatest food and their people can tend to the overweight side of the scale. Paris has "I'll-kill-you-for-it" food and the women are stereotypically slender. Today is Saturday so we saw more children than we usually do during the weekday, which is fun. A darkhaired girl with tights and a scarf speaking French to her handsome Daddy is sweet to see. And then when he says to her, "Today is only English remember?" she switches seemlessly to English with a beautiful accent.
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Can you see my green face? You're living my fantasy!!!
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