I don’t know what got into these girls this morning but they both woke up around 2 am and didn’t go back to sleep until 5am. Ugh, was I tired! Janet and I went down to the hotel’s restaurant and ate breakfast at their buffet. Omg…. Does anyone know what Europeans put in their scrambled eggs? Every time I have scrambled eggs in Europe they are so creamy and almost cheesy, and so, so, so good. I think it must be cottage cheese or something along those lines. It was so good. They also had fruits and cheeses and all sorts of nuts. I loaded up on cheese. Wow! I love the cheese over here. Just at breakfast I ate eight different types of cheese: goat’s cheese, hard cheese, stinky cheese, bleu cheese, a cheese with black spots on the outside, and one with white, and one with hard curds. Oh man, the cheese is good.
Right after breakfast we took a car to meet up with a tour group near the Eiffel Tower. The city hosted a run against breast cancer this morning so all the streets were closed in the area that we needed to get to, the driver was funny, because he was trying to get us as close as he could, but it was frustrating him. He was mostly nice, but gave me a dirty look when I started eating yogurt in his car. It was a very clean car, so I understand his admiration for it, and not wanting some goober to swipe yogurt across the seat. Everyone else on our tour was late too because Of the race , so it turned out ok. Paris is so stinking gorgeous. From the bus we saw a couple doing wedding photos in front of the Arc de Triumph, and I went crazy. I imagined that I was a very famous portrait photographer in Paris. That would be the dream job. That’s my long term goal now, author and photographer with a home in Paris that I can live in a couple months out of the year. Eeeeeee!
The tour guide was kind of dull. For the most part he pointed out restaurants in very famous French movies that I’be never heard of. I guess I need to watch more French movies, so I can place the restaurants, but I really wanted to learn more anecdotal/ historical details of the city. Oh well. Maybe I’ll pick some up while I’m watching French movies and looking for the very famous restaurants we saw today. 😉
After the bus tour, we took a tour of the Seine river, passing all the beautiful buildings along the way. Our ticket included a crepe and glass of wine! The best way to eat a crepe is with wine. Yum, yum! When we were standing in line for tickets to the boat tour we met two women from Australia who had just finished their European tour, their last stop was Paris and then Dubai, and they were in their late 80s! They said it was their last trip since they were getting so old, but I have a feeling they won’t stay down under too long. They were so happy talking about their trip. Annabelle, Amy, Jessica, Annie, Danae, Mom any takers for traveling with me when I’m in my 80s?
After the boat tour we walked to Monmarte. (Thanks for the tip Amy!) I took my turn standing on the vent and taking a picture in front of the Moulin Rouge. Whoa, it turned out super sexy, mostly because I was holding my shirt down to keep from flying off. We walked up to the Sacre Coure where they were having mass, and skulked around the sides of the kneeling congregants. We couldn’t take pictures, but I snuck in a few. Cathedrals are both amazingly gorgeous and amazingly creepy at the same time, especially when there’s a mass, and someone is playing the pipe organ in a minor key, and you’re looking at a full length stain glass window of a dying Jesus being lifted off the cross. There were thousands of lit candles, and that made it beautiful.
As we were leaving the Sacre Coer, a man grabbed Chris’s arm and began to weave a bracelet on it! saying that it was tradition to get a bracelet woven on your arm in front of the Sacre Coer. Sensing BS I stepped back and giggled at shocked and bewildered Chris. That’s when a second man grabbed my wrist and started weaving on it. I had to pry him off, and tell him no like fifteen times before he left. Three other guys came up with big smiles asking me if I was American. I had to pretend like I wasn’t, so told them I was British, but I guess they thought British and American were both suckers for BS traditions and tried to weave bracelets on my hand. Of course when the man was done he asked Chris for 20million Euro, so Chris gave him 1 euro. Anything sounds better than 20million. I can see these guys at conferences absorbing the latest training in how to pull a euro out of American suckers. “Now the next thing you need to do boys is quote them an outrageous price, so that they’ll laugh and pay you something in the middle. If you quote them 1 euro you’ll be lucky to get ,10 cents, but if you say something funny like 20 million they’ll laugh feeling like they made a local friend and you’ll get 5euros.” I can just see the hucksters at the Conning Tourists of the World Conference smiling and nodding and taking down notes. Last year it was roses, this year it was bracelets, and next year it could be key chains, we tourists love key chains. But the best part of this whole scenario was that the little huckster who made Chris a bracelet pulled out fingernail clippers at the end of the transaction and offered to clip his fingernails for an extra euro. Omg…. I almost died laughing. Needless to say I had a lot of fun at the Sacre Coer.
So the reason this post is called Little Denvers in Paris was because Chris, Janet and the girls all wore Broncos jerseys today, so we took lots of pictures in front of Parisian things of them in their jerseys. I will post some later. Several French people stopped Janet and told her they liked her shirt because 7 was their lucky number too. (She was wearing an Elway jersey) I wonder what they thought of the group of people wearing oversized orange shirts with big numbers on them! Steve and I didn’t get the memo and didn’t wear jerseys. 😉
Thanks for reading my post I’ll let you know about tomorrow!