The weather was pretty wet and cold this morning. Wanna know how to stop the rain? Buy an umbrella. So because we didn't want to stand in the outside line for Notre Dame in the rain, we went to grab something to eat at a little cafe nearby. There we met the single grumpiest man ever to walk the face of the planet. He did not like us Americans one bit. I politely asked for the glass of water that he forgot to bring me and you would have thought I'd asked him to donate a kidney or something.
This is him. If Michael were here he would draw a caricature.
Once we left the seventh circle of hell and omelettes we went back to Notre Dame. Because, as previously noted, the rain stops once you purchase umbrellas. I may have broken out in a little "Got Help the Outcasts" but I cannot be held accountable. You don't get that chance very often.
The choir was wonderful. I'm so jealous that they get to sing in this magnificent church.
And then we went across the street to the Shakespeare and Company bookstore where the likes of Hemingway, Joyce, and Pound hung out. It was everything you could ever want from a secondhand bookstore. I could easily spend an entire day in there.
And then we went to the San-Sulpice church. This is where the first prime meridian was located. It is a lovely church.
We had dinner at an Italian place on Champs-Elysees and then we walked around a bit. Then we decided to go to the top of the Eiffel Tower because we thought the view would be beautiful at night. We were right.
Here is something that cracks me up every time. These "beware of pickpocketers" signs are everywhere. But the pickpocketer is just nonchalantly sticking his hand right in the guy's man purse like "Oh hey buddy. Hope you don't mind if I take this."
And this was unplanned. I just happen to wear grandma nightgowns that match my grandma perfectly.
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