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Overslept again!
Jun. 12th, 2011 11:56 pmAlthough technically, if you don't set an alarm and don't have to be anywhere, and it's Sunday—it's not really "oversleeping."
A run down what are becoming familiar streets this morning found a place open where I picked up some milk for coffee. As Galina and I ate a late breakfast, I checked my LiveJournal and LJ friend![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rillifane had left a comment with some links for some Sunday events. As rillifane has been to Paris quite a few times (and spends time between visits planning his next trip), I gave them a good, close look and got in touch with one Jim Haynes, who basically throws a house party every Sunday down in the 14ème (but less than half an hour away by Métro).
Then I sat down and did a slug of work, after which Galina and I walked back up Blvd Malesherbes to the Rue de Courcelles, where we took the #30 bus to the vicinity of the Sacré-Coeur (Sacred Heart) Basilica.
The crowds leading up to the basilica were crazy dense. It was like visiting Disneyland without the well-thought out crowd-control and certainly without the magic. Just about every shop was open in this part of town, including sandwich stalls that offered an interesting variety of food, if perhaps misnamed (in all my years in the States, I've never heard of eating a sandwich with slices of hard-boiled egg, tomato, and cheese, yet there's one in the top center of the photo, and it's called an Americain!).
We decided not to climb up higher than we were because (a) it looked like quite a climb—and if memory serves, it is—and (b) the weather was drizzly. Had it been a bright, sunny, day, I probably would have made the effort, as the view of the city under clear skies is panoramic and impressive. If you keep your eyes open, there are things to see at ground level as well. As we began to walk in the direction of the Abbesses Métro station, for example, we walked past a fellow just getting ready to start work.
We walked along a number of small, twisty streets of the neighborhood, and they seemed to offer much of the same-old-same-old. At one point, a woman stopped a few yards in front of me to take a picture of something in a shop window. The something turned out to be a cat, who obliged me with a yawn—or a smile—so big, I was happy there was a piece of plate glass between us!
Eventually, we turned and walked downhill to the Blvd de Clichy, where we found ourselves at what I think of as the "top" end of the Rue Pigalle, where you'll find the world-famous Moulin Rouge. There, Galina and I played tourist while I tried to make my arm as long as possible.
We got back to the apartment at 6 pm. Galina decided to spend the night in as I took off toward the Haynes party, about which I'll have to post some other time.
Cheers...
A run down what are becoming familiar streets this morning found a place open where I picked up some milk for coffee. As Galina and I ate a late breakfast, I checked my LiveJournal and LJ friend
rillifane had left a comment with some links for some Sunday events. As rillifane has been to Paris quite a few times (and spends time between visits planning his next trip), I gave them a good, close look and got in touch with one Jim Haynes, who basically throws a house party every Sunday down in the 14ème (but less than half an hour away by Métro).Then I sat down and did a slug of work, after which Galina and I walked back up Blvd Malesherbes to the Rue de Courcelles, where we took the #30 bus to the vicinity of the Sacré-Coeur (Sacred Heart) Basilica.
The crowds leading up to the basilica were crazy dense. It was like visiting Disneyland without the well-thought out crowd-control and certainly without the magic. Just about every shop was open in this part of town, including sandwich stalls that offered an interesting variety of food, if perhaps misnamed (in all my years in the States, I've never heard of eating a sandwich with slices of hard-boiled egg, tomato, and cheese, yet there's one in the top center of the photo, and it's called an Americain!).
We decided not to climb up higher than we were because (a) it looked like quite a climb—and if memory serves, it is—and (b) the weather was drizzly. Had it been a bright, sunny, day, I probably would have made the effort, as the view of the city under clear skies is panoramic and impressive. If you keep your eyes open, there are things to see at ground level as well. As we began to walk in the direction of the Abbesses Métro station, for example, we walked past a fellow just getting ready to start work.
We walked along a number of small, twisty streets of the neighborhood, and they seemed to offer much of the same-old-same-old. At one point, a woman stopped a few yards in front of me to take a picture of something in a shop window. The something turned out to be a cat, who obliged me with a yawn—or a smile—so big, I was happy there was a piece of plate glass between us!
Eventually, we turned and walked downhill to the Blvd de Clichy, where we found ourselves at what I think of as the "top" end of the Rue Pigalle, where you'll find the world-famous Moulin Rouge. There, Galina and I played tourist while I tried to make my arm as long as possible.
We got back to the apartment at 6 pm. Galina decided to spend the night in as I took off toward the Haynes party, about which I'll have to post some other time.
Cheers...
