Sunday, January 2, 2011


When you think Paris, what comes to mind?

All you can eat Viking-type food, a stuffed boars head hanging on the wall, a man singing American music with an incomprehensible accent and a tacky guitar, all-you-can-drink-wine-from-a-barrel, and baskets of vegetables, including the very rare Gauleflower. [Yeah, don't ask about that one.]

Last night we had dinner at a place just like this, Nos Ancetre les Gaulois. But before heading to dinner, we spent the day climbing to Montmartre and the Cathedral of Sacre Couer.

The area of Montmartre was beautiful, quaint, but full of tourists and full of stairs. Sacre Couer sits at the highest elevation of the city and overlooks the city - up to 20 miles to view on a clear day, not that we've had any. The streets are cobble stoned and lined with quaint stores and funny botiques selling everything from artistic prints to hamburger phones. But unfortunately the salesmen toting rings of Eiffel Tower keychains chased us away all too quickly.

So off to dinner we went.

It was a late night and an early morning to try and beat the rush to the Louvre because the museum is free on the first Sunday of each month. Unfortunately, everyone thought the same thing and we found ourselves looking at a mile long line wrapped around the glass pyramid, over a 3 hour wait. Let's just say - we never made it to the museum, but tomorrow is another day. Instead we caught the metro to Trocadero and saw the Eiffel Tower up close and personal.

My fear of heights kicked in at the base of the tower (its so much larger than you'd ever dream possible) and I never left the ground floor. Instead, Deanna and I bought postcards, and sent them back to the Etats-Unis at the South Pillar post office with a postmark proving its point of departure.

Now, I'm headed off for dessert (and a coke) before venturing back out in the frigid Parisian air to view the tower sparkle and shine at 22:00 (twenty-four hour time makes that seem so late).

Bon Nuit.

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