Friday morning Marie and I woke up bright and early, meaning about 9, and enjoyed breakfast before heading out to meet up with Becca. After a long and somewhat trying ordeal, BAM (Becca, Angela, and Marie) was reunited! And I had my bag, which someone had thoroughly gone through and taken the 50 euros I had put in there. Bummer.
We hopped on the metro and hopped off again at a certain stop--I don't remember how we chose it; there was nothing famous there. But we ate some food (French food... yum) and wandered around for a while. We saw a cool old church and were enchanted by cute little outdoor food markets. We spent a long time in an antique store before we went to meet up with Jean Francois, the man at whose house were staying.
It was a cool antique shop.
His house was so cool! His wife and mother-in-law were in Morocco when we arrived, so we had dinner with him and his son. The son's name is the French version of Julian, which I don't know how to spell, and he was about our age. Really cool family. Jean Francois traveled from France to Nepal more than once when he was younger on an autocycle! An autocycle is essentially a bicycle with a small motor over the front wheel to make it turn. Top speed? 15 mph. There was room for one small bag behind the seat. He's got lots of stories, and lots of really cool unusual instruments hung on one wall of his house. Some of them he bought on his travels, and others were given to him as gifts. We asked him how, since he only had one little bag with him, did he get all those large and awkwardly shaped instruments home? He said whenever he got one, he would ride to the nearest airport, find someone who was flying to France, and ask them to take the instrument and mail it to his address! Every single instrument arrived safe and sound. Isn't that incredible? That was Friday.
Saturday was our outside day and the timing was a little unfortunate because it was also the coldest, most precipitous day we had in France. Oh, well. We wandered around an area that Jean Francois recommended, and another that Marie's guidebook said was "the ageless Paris of poets and songs" or something like that. It was pretty cool, but very cold. We saw Notre Dame, which was beautiful. A mass started while we were in there, which was interesting. Tourists walk around the perimeter of the church while those participating in the mass do so in the middle.
Our last visit that day was... the Eiffel Tower! Wow. I've always heard that it's so beautiful and so big and so much better than the pictures, but I was still blown away!
It was gorgeous! Becca and Marie are both dating people, and at one point they turned to each other and said that they wished their boyfriends were there. I came up with the brilliant idea of taking a picture of them kissing nothing in front of the Eiffel Tower and then showing their boyfriends and saying, "Look! I was thinking of you at the Eiffel Tower!" I know, I know, I'm brilliant.
Saturday was our outside day and the timing was a little unfortunate because it was also the coldest, most precipitous day we had in France. Oh, well. We wandered around an area that Jean Francois recommended, and another that Marie's guidebook said was "the ageless Paris of poets and songs" or something like that. It was pretty cool, but very cold. We saw Notre Dame, which was beautiful. A mass started while we were in there, which was interesting. Tourists walk around the perimeter of the church while those participating in the mass do so in the middle.
Notre Dame! And a Christmas tree with blue lights.
Our last visit that day was... the Eiffel Tower! Wow. I've always heard that it's so beautiful and so big and so much better than the pictures, but I was still blown away!
The Eiffel Tower!
It was gorgeous! Becca and Marie are both dating people, and at one point they turned to each other and said that they wished their boyfriends were there. I came up with the brilliant idea of taking a picture of them kissing nothing in front of the Eiffel Tower and then showing their boyfriends and saying, "Look! I was thinking of you at the Eiffel Tower!" I know, I know, I'm brilliant.
And then we went to space! Just kidding. This is the Eiffel Tower from underneath. Doesn't it look like it belongs in space though?
Black and white photo except for the golden tint of the lights of the Tower. That's right.
That was Saturday.
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