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Mar. 26th, 2003 11:33 pmThis new Alizee album is pretty enough. I confess I'd be have a higher opinion of her if I hadn't checked the notes at the bottom and found out that Mylene Farmer wrote the words for every single song. Oh well.
Paris was wonderful. I spent time shopping and time walking and time eating. Lots of time walking. The weather was gorgeous, just right for light-top-and-open-jacket-and-jeans, or even less (had I had such a thing in my bag) and the Paris streets are full of interesting things to notice.
As this morning, when I was working on navigating from the Enfants-Rouges market across along to the Forum des Halles, and hit a cluster of streets on the way which referred to the Temple, Les Manteaux Blancs -- no, really, Em, there is a Rue des Manteaux Blancs -- though I didn't quite have the nerve to go into the elderly-looking church of Notre-Dame de Temple, as there was a service of some sort taking place. Helas.
No, more seriously. Spent a lot of the time going to one interesting spot then attempting to navigate to other interesting spot, and just having fun walking through Paris.
Let's see. Japanese restaurants seem to have definitely arrived. Either there are a couple of popular chains, or all the owners have the same ideas about decor and general pricing. I regret to say that I didn't try them, as I was too busy eating French food, but they looked good. Yes, I ate too much. I only hope that I walked some of it off.
Yes, I came back with chocolate in my bags. It was Paris. One buys chocolate. (At least part of it was for my mother, for Mothering Sunday on, um, Sunday. She says, virtuously.)
I'm still buzzed. Whee, baby, whee. Genevieve Grande Vitesse, head rotating gently as I twitch to this new Alizee music (I suppose writing the music has to count for something), happily surveying certain piles of manga and rpg stuff yet to be read.
I'm sure I did something worthwhile there. Oh yes. I went around Notre-Dame and spent an hour or two just wandering round inside it. There you go. (I've been up on the towers before, but prior visits have always managed to coincide with services, ergo no actual sightseeing inside the cathedral.)
I'm trying to think of memorable moments that would actually interest readers. There was the moment when I tasted the strawberry vinegar onions that were served with the roast duck and courgettes. That was a memorable oh my god moment, though it may not quite read like one. There were the just how many bookshops are there on these streets anyhow moments, followed by next, next, next . . . There were the pure moments of envy while poking my head into the manga/anime shops. (Picked up a copy of Backgammon, which two of the shops I visited had. Go me.) Woe for England, that it cannot manage shops so well-equipped.
And then there were just the moments of yes when I walked down the street, and it was warm Spring in Paris, and I was in Paris, and I was happy.
Paris was wonderful. I spent time shopping and time walking and time eating. Lots of time walking. The weather was gorgeous, just right for light-top-and-open-jacket-and-jeans, or even less (had I had such a thing in my bag) and the Paris streets are full of interesting things to notice.
As this morning, when I was working on navigating from the Enfants-Rouges market across along to the Forum des Halles, and hit a cluster of streets on the way which referred to the Temple, Les Manteaux Blancs -- no, really, Em, there is a Rue des Manteaux Blancs -- though I didn't quite have the nerve to go into the elderly-looking church of Notre-Dame de Temple, as there was a service of some sort taking place. Helas.
No, more seriously. Spent a lot of the time going to one interesting spot then attempting to navigate to other interesting spot, and just having fun walking through Paris.
Let's see. Japanese restaurants seem to have definitely arrived. Either there are a couple of popular chains, or all the owners have the same ideas about decor and general pricing. I regret to say that I didn't try them, as I was too busy eating French food, but they looked good. Yes, I ate too much. I only hope that I walked some of it off.
Yes, I came back with chocolate in my bags. It was Paris. One buys chocolate. (At least part of it was for my mother, for Mothering Sunday on, um, Sunday. She says, virtuously.)
I'm still buzzed. Whee, baby, whee. Genevieve Grande Vitesse, head rotating gently as I twitch to this new Alizee music (I suppose writing the music has to count for something), happily surveying certain piles of manga and rpg stuff yet to be read.
I'm sure I did something worthwhile there. Oh yes. I went around Notre-Dame and spent an hour or two just wandering round inside it. There you go. (I've been up on the towers before, but prior visits have always managed to coincide with services, ergo no actual sightseeing inside the cathedral.)
I'm trying to think of memorable moments that would actually interest readers. There was the moment when I tasted the strawberry vinegar onions that were served with the roast duck and courgettes. That was a memorable oh my god moment, though it may not quite read like one. There were the just how many bookshops are there on these streets anyhow moments, followed by next, next, next . . . There were the pure moments of envy while poking my head into the manga/anime shops. (Picked up a copy of Backgammon, which two of the shops I visited had. Go me.) Woe for England, that it cannot manage shops so well-equipped.
And then there were just the moments of yes when I walked down the street, and it was warm Spring in Paris, and I was in Paris, and I was happy.
