Vancouver revisited
Oh well, something for you to look forward to.
This is the home of your average girl in her early 30s making her way in the big city...Not really. I have thoughts. Now I have somewhere to put them.
I must go pack now because me, the quintessential planning girl, is nowhere near ready to go yet and we have to be out the door by 9:30 tomorrow morning. I'm not looking forward to another trip to the airport. I don't want to go away again. I would never make a good flight attendant...
Some industry critics view wholesomely sexy drug representatives as a variation on the seductive inducements like dinners, golf outings and speaking fees that pharmaceutical companies have dangled to sway doctors to their brands...
"They don't ask what the major is." Proven cheerleading skills suffice. "Exaggerated motions, exaggerated smiles, exaggerated enthusiasm - they learn those things, and they can get people to do what they want."
Approximately two dozen Kentucky cheerleaders, mostly women but a few men, have become drug reps in recent years.
Enjoyment tip: Gum can accidentially lodge in the throat. Take care when eating, and with the very young.
We don't get warnings like that on our candy...must be because of all the English AND French writing.
At the end of His street there is this at the Giverny church.
Don't worry. No need to click on it. I took a close up, which now seems like I took my obsession a tad too far.
starting to cloud over
Following this it beings to lightly rain and then pour, which I take as my cue to tour the house. It continues to pour so I browse the gift shop and right after I purchase my post cards it stops. I venture back out into the garden to take more photos.
after the downpour
The warmest, sunniest it has been my whole trip.
About five photos after this the digital card was full so there are no pics of Vernon, but if there were they would show it began to rain again (surprise, surprise). Back in Paris, just after I'd exited the train station it starts to pour harder than I've seen in a really long time. I have an umbrella, but in just two minutes I am soaked. Luckily I wore dress pants that day and they're polyester, which dries almost immediately (yeah for synthetic fabrics). After seeking refuge in a kind of promenade mall it stops raining just 20 minutes later. I hate Parisian weather.
I ate at McDonalds (hadn't done that since I saw "Supersize Me" 13 months ago, but was running low on cash and sick making me want comfort food), visited a grocery store where I resisted the urge to buy coloured toliet paper and headed back to the hotel for the last time.
Now incase you haven't heard it's a little big (800m big) and I didn't have that much time in Paris so I hit the highlights and was outta there. Highlights including this one.
And of course the Mona Lisa. I think it was one of the copies though because there were only two security guards and one of them didn't seem to care how close you got to the glass case. I didn't take a photo because you're not supposed to and I'm a good girl (that and I really only went to see it because how could I go to Paris and the Louvre and not see it?). It was smaller than I imagined.
In addition to all the sculptures and paintings (some of which that were soooo weird - for example a whole wall of people with knives through their head done in the 16th century...nope, no pictures of them either), the Louvre is also home to Napoleon's apartment(s?). That's me in Napoleon's apartment (I know it's fuzzy). Aren't I clever?
This is the dinning room. Nice, huh?
As I exited the mammoth museum I noticed it was sunny outside and having clued in to how unpredictable Parisian weather can be I changed my plans and decided to walk around and photograph the Jardin des Tuileries now instead of after museum #2.
(I know there are no flowers in that photo, but the garden did have some. The best one though is me doing the whole arm-out-taking-a-picture-of-myself thing and I don't like the way I look in my shades).
Next I walked across the river in search of a reasonably priced lunch. (That's the Louvre).
After wandering for a bit, I stumbled into the university district and thought I could find something yummy here. I was right (...as I often am). I got a baguette from a patissiere, it had tuna, hard boiled egg and tomato on the most yummy of breads (though I wondered: have French people heard of whole wheat...?). Eating also helped make me feel less icky.
Then it was time for the museum I'd been waiting for: the Musee d'Orsay with the Impressionist paintings! Like this one (Whistler's Mother by Turner oops, don't even know if that's an artist, it's really by someone named McNeill).
And these. (I had to limit myself or I would have taken a picture of Every. Single. Monet. More of my obsession will be revealed later).
The museum itself was pretty nice. It used to be a train station. But you probably guessed that.
It has a terrace along one side. (Can you find Sacre Coeur?...How can you not...?)
No, this isn't some snotty French furniture store. This is an exhibit (display?) in the modern section.
The one in the middle, "Talk to the hand."
There was also a sculpture/statute of a polar bear. I checked, it wasn't Canadian. (No photo).
Next it was on to the Arc de Triomphe. It's a monument to commemorate the wars France won or something (I wasn't listening to the tour guide when we drove past it and there were no English brochures left.)
The only thing between me and the top was an admission price (paid for with my included one-day museum pass hence the "M" is for museum theme of the day - there is a quasi war museum at the top) and something like 240 of these little stairs.
Keep in mind I had a cold, which was now much worse, and I have asthma even when I'm healthy. I began the trek with a lot of momentum, so much so I really should have taken off a layer or two before embarking on the trek because I think I'd also developed a bit of a fever that combined with the exercise caused a wee bit of sweating. The view at the top was worth it. But, wait for it, it had started raining while I was conquering the stairs so my time at the top was short lived.
I did watch traffic for a bit in the hopes of seeing an accident in Place Charles de Gaulle (supposed to happen every seven minutes on average). Twelve streets converge here and I have no clue who has the right of way. It was better an hour later in rush hour, but I didn't have the strength to ascend the stairs again.
I couldn't go back to the hotel yet though because every day at 6:30 p.m. there is a ceremony to honour French veterans (yes, EVERY DAY). I killed time going to the McDonalds on the Champs Elysees and buying a strawberry (the one place in France chocolate is scarce) milkshake.
This is the memorial for the unknown soldier.
The ceremony started early (while I was killing more time by reading three week old American celebrity magazines in the drugstore - that sold cigars and wine) so I was late and in the back so no decent pictures during the event. Instead I struggled to stay warm (I wish I'd had a scarf - everyone in Paris wears a scarf, regardless of the weather) as the weather had turned cloudy, windy and cool. After I did manage to capture these soliders with their guns.
There were about 40 soliders, all with the big guns, from three different branches of the armed service. I felt safe...sorta.
After it was over I got on the metro and made the long trek back to the 'burbs by myself. I guess I looked like I kinda fit in because someone asked me for the time in French, I couldn't quite remember how to answer her back in French so I showed her my watch. To kill time upon my arrival in the place where everything closes at 8 p.m. I had decided to eat by the hotel. I shouldn't have done this. I ate fast food (hadn't eaten it for nearly a year here, but five days in Paris and I have it twice) from Quick. It seemed to be a Burger King equivalent. It wasn't good.
Next: a train ride to Vernon.
After that we ditched the group and Cecilia and I headed to Montmarte, which is a little arty area in Paris. It's full of narrow streets and it's at a higher elevation than the rest of the city. Isn't this a cool subway sign?
Look, you can pee right on the street in Paris. For 0.40 euros (maybe it was 0.60).
We walked by the cemetery, but had no time to visit the dead.
We had a mission: to visit this big, beautiful church (re: all the church pictures. I'm not religious. They're just pretty.) From the steps of Sacre Coeur you can get an awesome view of Paris (notice the sky, it was another day of unpredictable Parisian weather).
After the church it was time for lunch. We decided to sample some traditional French fare: crepes. Mine had melted nutella, yummy. We bought them in this area.
After lunch we shopped at the enormous Galeries Lafayette. We split up after the purses and I made it all the way to the roof where you can get some decent views as well. (notice the clouds) I also got to use my French here (in the store, not on the roof).
I mentioned the size of this store, right? There are six floors of shopping in the building I was in and then those buildings on either side of the street are the men's department and another area.
I went to the Champs Elysees after that. The most famous avenue in France.
From which you can see the Arc de Triomphe. I didn't shop. I had to get back to the hotel.
I had to take the metro All. By. Myself. I did it and without any problems. This is the view at the stop where I transferred. Pretty, huh?
And what did I have to get ready for? A trip to the Moulin Rouge. This is the famous French cabaret during the day (taken around the same time as the toilette).
This is it at night. The show was great. I saw the can-can and a woman slithering around in water with two snakes. There were also some funny parts. Dinner was pretty good. I had the fish. The show and dinner were 130 euros, which included half a bottle of wine. I don't remember taking this picture...Must have been after the show (and the wine).
After three and a halfish glasses of wine and some champagne (and a tiny meal), I thought it would be funny to take a picture of Cecilia while she wasn't looking.
We listened to Lady Marmalade in the bus on the way back. I was kinda sad when we got back to the hotel because some of the new friends I had made were leaving the next day for Rome or Amsterdam. But not me, I had two more fabulous days in Paris.