Goodbye / Hello

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Don't cry because it's over.  Smile because it happened.

                                                                                                             ~  Dr. Seuss



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Last Full Day

Today was our last full open day here.  Tomorrow will be consumed with logistics; getting the bike to the airport, checking into the airport hotel, packing, cleaning the apartment, running final errands, checking out of the apartment, getting the rest of the baggage to the airport and checking in to the flights.  I hope we have a bit of leisure time to enjoy in Paris tomorrow, but it will be a bonus.

Tomorrow evening, if there is internet access at the airport hotel, I will post one more time; otherwise this is my last blog entry.  I don’t have much more to add at this late hour anyway; my thoughts about these 7 weeks are already contained in these webpages. 

As this closes, our minds are now on the next chapter of our story.  We are thinking about family, friends, the office, the house, Holidays, the mailbox, bills, TV shows, pizza, Frommer’s 24 Great Walks in San Francisco, restoring a vintage bicycle, shopping, laundry, reroofing the house, 401Ks, etc.  Back to the routines of life.

The “other” side of my brain is kicking-in strongly.  (It’s too bad the two sides don’t talk to each other.)  I look forward to withdrawing into the garage workshop to begin the analytical process of restoring my bicycle: things to refurbish; things to buy; things to repair; things to replace.  Quiet engineering.  Greg B. hit it on the nail head: the bicycle project is exactly like my project last December restoring my 1961 Dynaco Stereo 70 audiophile vacuum tube amplifier.  My bike is cool; what I will do with it I do not know, but I look forward to the time in the garage.   (The tube amp has become my main stereo amplifier.)

Diane and I spent the day saying goodbye to familiar places rather than exploring things new.  We first walked the 3 or 4 miles walk along Rue du Rivoli and Rue Saint Honoré to the Grand Palais.  There, we saw a historical art exhibition there titled “Paris 1500”, which was about art innovation in the 1500’s.  The main theme was showing how that era was not “dark ages” but a time of innovation and craftsmanship.  They made a compelling case.  It was interesting to learn more about that time in history.

We split up early.  Diane walked and shopped along the Champs-Elysées while I took a wide 10 mile circle walk toward the Eiffel Tower, along rue Cler (Nutella crepe), to Au Bon Marché, past University Sorbonne, into the Pantheon, along rue Muffetard (Nutella et Banane crepe) then back home to pick up the computer. 

At the Pantheon, I visited the tombs of Victor Hugo, Marie Curie, Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Voltaire, Braille, etc.

I am currently writing from Bibliothèque Fornay; the first time I’ve ever written for the blog here.  I can imagine this place tomorrow or next week after I am gone; the old architect still flipping through old books for inspiration; the school girls still whispering to each other when they should be studying.  It will all go on without me but I now have claim to a sliver of the history of this place.  I am one of its ghosts.

I have to be home in 3 hours because Diane and I have a reservation on the top floor of Bofinger Brasserie.  That is the quieter, more intimate area of the restaurant than when we went with Lauri and Greg.  We both want the foie gras appetizer.

Then it’s off to bed.

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Still Walking

Diane and I headed out early today to do Frommer’s Walk #7.  It was  a tour of the Bastille area, so started not too far from our apartment.  We walked there and back. 

This may be the last of our Frommer's walks as we only have a couple of days left.  It's not an obsession or anything to get them all done, but it has been a fun kooky goal to do as many as we can.  In total, we've done 18 of the 24.

The Bastille area was a surprise to me with lots of interesting restaurants, dance halls and shops.  It’s a surprise just because it is not on the usual tourist path. 

Diane noted along the way that she wished we had done the walk before our friends arrived here because we encountered Ballanjo, which is a big dance hall and the gang (except me) wanted to go dancing.  Likewise, we visited Barrio Latino which is an amazing 4 storey restaurant which was converted from an old furniture show room.  It would have been great fun to go as a big group (me too).  Oh well. 

We also walked along the canal which runs up to Bastille Square and also saw the paving stones which outline the location of the Bastille.  The Bastille was a fortress converted to a prison and became the very symbol of oppression during the French Revolution.  It was disassembled stone-by-stone during the Revolution.

There is a restaurant chain called “Hippopotamus” whose name intrigues me.  One of the biggest is on the Bastille Square.  I have always envisioned it as a sort of a French TGIFriday’s, but we were in the mood for something different so went there for lunch.  Not bad.  I had a burger; Diane had some foofie goat cheese on toast thingie.

This afternoon we both went for walks; Diane along Rue de Rivoli, me toward Place Vendome.  Diane says her walk was great.  Mine was good too: saw lots of very fancy stuff.  I walked the length of Rue Saint Honoré before coming home.

For dinner, Diane ran out to buy a carton of asparagus soup and a baguette.  We also had a half bottle of Rosé  wine.  This evening, we're just kinda sitting around.

Reconnaissance Mission

This morning I ran a reconnaissance mission out to the airport to figure out the logistics of transporting a box too big for a taxi from downtown to the airport.  All is well, except maybe for the 1 mile walk from the apartment to the regional train (RER) terminal, the lack of a storage room at the hotel, the need to transport all luggage without a cart from the hotel to the airport terminal, and a few other minor details.  All is well.

Upon my return, Diane and I stopped at our favorite crepe stand for breakfast (me) / lunch (Diane) then went to Geppetto Bicycles.  I bought the new kickstand.  Besides being cool, it will greatly aid in the stability of the bicycle in our storage shed.  This evening I packed the bicycle into the giant bicycle box.  A few more pieces of styrofoam and it will be ready to seal up.  I've probably already given the bike more TLC than it has received in all the preceding years.

Diane went shopping again.  It’s time to start thinking about gifts and souvenirs etc.  I went for a walk then to the library.  I passed through the Louvre mall to warm up and then scooted across the street to the Louvre Antiquities mall.  The mall used to be a massive assortment of small shops selling the most remarkable of antiques.  There are just a few stores left: most are now vacant.  I presume because of a changing taste for antiques and the current poor economy. It is a place I would never expect to buy from, but it was cool looking around.  In one of the few remaining shops, there was a beautiful piano for sale.

This evening we went to the Maison Européenne de la Photographie which is the major photography museum.  The show was split between intentionally shocking images (with warnings to parents about children viewing) and a panorama of classic images.  The latter was great; the former was, well, shocking (mutilations, lacerations, death etc).  The Joel-Peter Witkin stuff was the mild stuff.

It is getting colder and colder.  The ponds have frozen over and, should we get precipitation, it will stay on the ground as snow.  It is not THAT cold here; it’s just tougher to do a 2 or 3 hour walk.  The cold eventually just soaks through.  Diane is having a tough time with her feet.

Phantom of the Opera

Got down to business today.  Time is short.

Diane and I did Frommer’s walk #13 which is around the famous Opera Palais Garnier.  The walk, of course, also included the usual assortment of spectacular churches.  Does this city ever run out of them? 

At the opera, we paid our money to walk around inside.  Nice and warm.  Apparently it is built on a source of subterranean water which could not be pumped despite a year of trying.  They just converted the foundation into an artificial water tank instead.  It gave a nice place for the Phantom of the Opera to paddle around.

We parted company after a quick lunch in a cutesy little sandwich restaurant.  Diane had a huge carrot soup and I had a big chicken sandwich.  Very good.

After lunch, I got down to business hunting down antique bicycle parts to try to “improve” my already cool bike / white elephant.  Needless to say, it requires specialty bicycle shops, so I rode a fair distance on the metro.  Did not have much luck finding parts. 

The most unique shop I encountered was “Geppetto of Bicycles” (technically, the French version of this).  It was the typical narrow, cramped shop filled with the usual clutter of cool old bikes hanging from the ceiling, on racks along the walls and in the isle way.  The unique thing about the shop was that it was “decorated” with Geppetto knickknacks and even had a small Persian carpet with the name of the store in the center.  This is unusual; bike shops seldom have anything on the wall except bike parts.  The owner/mechanic is a lithe woman of about 35 years; hands black with grease, coveralls covered with the same.  She has a rear motorcycle-sytle kick-stand for sale for 35€, that I want a lot.  The only problem is that it is new and black and my bike is old and brown.

After all this, I went to Bibliothèque Fornay for a couple of hours.  It was nice and warm too. 

For dinner we had a couple of big hunks of cheese, some nice bread, olives, pears and a half-bottle of Bordeaux.

Stow-Away Passenger

I have kept quiet up to this point, but I discovered early in the trip that we had a stow-away in our luggage.  He has been traveling around with us this whole trip.  It is time to come clean about it.  He first appeared, remarkably, at the Lufthansa Lounge in San Francisco.   By the time we got to Istanbul he had already changed his name from Flat Stanley to Flat Zeki.  The guy is a mover.  He has certainly been a lot of places now, and because he is smaller than the rest of us, he can do a lot of cool stuff that most of us can’t do, such as crawl on the cannons in Normandy.  I am assured by Diane that Flat Zeki is going to leave us to visit her 7 year old nephew immediately after we return from this trip.  He has made a good book mark, I won’t deny that.

Today, Diane and I did walk #6, which starts just across the river from us and is a tour of Ile Saint Louis.  There was a lot we hadn’t noticed on the island, despite it being our major route to the Left Bank or the Notre Dame.  The massive Rothschild estate is currently being renovated; poor family. 

We returned to the apartment for lunch.  After, Diane went hat shopping and I took the Metro to the Place Monge stop and walked back from there.  It was a nice long and pointless stroll.  Perfection. 

For dinner, we strolled the temporary “Winter Wonderland” kiosks along the Avenue des Champs-Elysées and bought baguettes stuffed with meat and vegetable shish kabobs (there is a fancy French word for these things, but I forget it).   They just slice the baguette, lay the shish kabob inside and pull out the skewer.  They were great.  We shared a waffle with Grand Marnier for dessert.

My camera is starting to complain about how many times I’ve pressed its button.  I think it is nearing its design life.  I am going to replace it when I get home.  I don't think I should trust it any more on major travels.  It’s been a great body (a Canon Rebel XTi) but it shutter has probably been tripped 40,000 times already.  It is starting to squeak.

So, time marches forward relentlessly now.  It is moving at the pace I remember before the start of the vacation: … fast!  Too much to do and no time left to do it. 

All is well at home.  We have received sufficient intermittent email from Tom to confirm that he is surviving “house sitting”.  We "chat" with the kids intermittently.  Jen is chugging away at school; Kate is juggling 3 jobs but successfully self-sufficient.  We do look forward to catching up more thoroughly with everyone: friends and family.

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Return Logistics

We successfully walked Frommer’s walks #16 and #15 today.  We dressed up as warmly as we could.  I had on all 3 of my wool sweaters plus my Gortex jacket, scarf, hat, gloves and double layer socks.  Diane had equal amounts plus her long underwear.  The high today was 2⁰ C.  If we were staying longer, we would have to buy warmer clothes.  We'll make it.

Walk #15 is in Les Invalides area, so some of the streets were familiar.  It was focused on Paris' military.  It is great to get some of the details that we would have missed alone.  There was other stuff too, including some interesting Art Noveau architecture.

In between walks, we stopped at a restaurant for Croque Messieurs and Café Crèmes, but mostly to warm up.  It was a pleasant lunch.  Diane struck up a conversation with the family beside us who were visiting their student son over Thanksgiving.

Walk #15 is focused on the bridges across the Seine River.  It was quite interesting reading the story regarding each of them.

We stopped by the crepe stand on the way home and picked up a couple of crepes with Nutella.  We were offered free vin chaud, but we politely declined.

For dinner, we had a frozen pizza we bought at the grocery store tonight.  It was okay, but I am now thinking ahead to next week, where we return to the land of deep dish, four cheese, mushroom, peperoni, salami, green pepper, sun-dried tomato, cilantro and mozzarella pizza.  Ohhhhh, it’s gonna be good.

I looked at the weather forecast for the remainder of the week and can see that it is very doubtful I will ride my bike again in Paris.  This evening, I decided to start to prepare it for transportation back home.  That means disassembly to get it to fit in the Giant bike box.  To my delight, no critical bolts were rusted tight.  I only have a few small tools along (6” Crescent wrench, 10 mm socket wrench, pliers, screwdriver etc) and they were sufficient to get the necessary pieces apart.  I did have to use the heavy wooden rolling pin to loosen the wedge holding the handlebar stem, but didn’t use (many) other kitchen utensils.  I was expecting to have to buy or borrow tools.  The bike is ready for loading into the box at any time.

We have a big problem.  We have agreed to meet the Property Management Agent at 7:45 AM on Sunday to “check  out” of the apartment and get our damage deposit back.  I recall that leaving that late was cutting it a little short at the airport.  I checked to see just how short.  YIKE!  I was calculating from the time our plane leaves for SFO from Frankfurt.  Our plane from Paris leaves at 6:30 AM.  I am going to try to get a hotel at the airport for Saturday night and will have to try to reschedule the apartment check-out for Saturday.  Not good.  Grrr. 

I knew this week was going to be different.

Nicolas Flamel

It was a frosty freezing chilly day today.  I went down to the boulangerie anyway and choked down a pain au chocolate and a hot café crème.  The windows were steamed up from the cold.

Diane and I bundled up and did two Frommer’s walks this morning: numbers #4 and #6.  There is some hope we can do them all. Both were close to home.  

Walk #4 was near the Pompidou Center and the highlight was seeing the residence of the famous alchemist Nicolas Flamel who, of course, discovered the Philosopher’s Stone in the 1300s.   (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nicolas_Flamel)

Walk #6 was even closer to home and at one point we could actually see our apartment window from down the street. 

Bibliothèque Forney also featured in Walk #6, and is formerly known as Hotel de Sens (and has a cannonball lodged in one of the walls if you know where to look).  That library is a great library, and I still think it is cool that I am a member (members only: must show card upon entry).

We stopped for coffee somewhere along walk #4 mostly to try to warm up.  Diane’s feet were pretty cold.  I am now using my Scottish hat for warmth.

After the walks, we stopped by the supermarket and bought a bottle of tomato soup and some bread for lunch, which we ate at the apartment.

I went back to Bibliothèque Forney for a while.  For dinner, we considered foraging for food amoung the kiosks along the Avenue des Champs-Elysées, but we are still burning off blubber, so settled for a simple dinner at home. 

After dinner, we dashed out to buy crepes at our favorite stand beside the Notre Dame, but the guy was just closing up.  He really enjoys us and we enjoy him, so he gave us a free glass of vin chaud.  I have wondered what hot wine tastes like.  Conclusion: it tastes as bad as I expected.  In fairness, it also has spices stirred in.  I believe the correct English translation is “mulled wine”.  That doesn’t make it taste any better.

While sipping our vin chaud, I snapped a picture of the Notre Dame.  They put a tree in front which looks pretty cool.  We'll have to go inside to see if its decorated in there too.

Neige

View from Apartment Window at 4:00 PM

It snowed today!  The temperature has been plummeting these last few days and it has now dropped below freezing.  The forecast is for continued cold.

We finished Frommer’s Walk #19 today, which we started with guests but then abandoned because of nightfall and rain.  We’ve got 13 walks left and only 10 days.  Completing the walks is looking grim.

The second goal of the day was to finally go to see Katherine’s apartment where she stayed two summers ago for her 5 week study at Sorbonne University.  Until today, I have been feeling kind of sorry for Katherine, having been required to stay way out in the 12 Arrondissement.  The reality is that it appeared to be a funky, fun area.

There was a big street market in full bustle.  A guy with a pig head at the market hammed it up for me. 

We went to Katherine’s favorite boulangerie for her favorite tuna sandwich (I am not a big fan of tuna salad, but I had a sandwich in her honor).  It all looked pretty cool and I am happy now that Katherine was in a good place.

From there, I went to the library and Diane did some shopping.  Reading/writing went dismally, so I dropped off my computer and went to BHV to shuffle around the floors there.

I think I am starting to feel preoccupied.  Next weekend, Diane and I return home.  The end will now come at us fast.  The mood of this vacation is about to change.  I can feel it. 

It thus seems appropriate today to reflect on our spent time before the mood changes.  It will be hard to look back in a few days.  I don’t intend on looking back or analyzing anyway. I am not good at long goodbyes.  This blog will end when I get home. 

Here are my reflections at this point:

- Basically, it has been wonderful.  There is nothing we would change.

- We woke up every morning excited about the day.  Never did we feel at a loss for things to do. 

- The long duration is transformational; although we did many things, we didn’t think in terms of a schedule or a plan; we lived one day at a time.

- Seven weeks was close to a perfect duration; much shorter and it is a sightseeing vacation; much longer and lethargy would set in. 

- The apartment was wonderful and greatly helped us set up “home” here.  It was worthwhile cleaning it and moving in fully.

- Somehow, Diane and I stayed friends and, if anything, have become closer.

- We haven’t felt homesickness.

- We haven’t craved any sort of food from home.

- We haven’t missed our material goods, not even our bed and pillows.

- We packed well, but yes, there is stuff we didn’t use.

- I don’t think this trip has “transformed” us per sec, we are richer in our experiences, but still the same people we were before.

- I expect that time has moved much more slowly for us than for people back home.  Every day has been an adventure and we have not let much unused time slip through our fingers.

- It was great to have friends visit.  They helped us see Paris again through tourist eyes with tourist energy.  They sure had a lot of energy.

- I have changed my mind: Jules Verne restaurant was totally worth it for the joy that it brought us all.

- A sabbatical as a time to think and learn.  We have done that.

- This blog has been easy to write.  It is just my personal diary.  I am surprised (honored!) at the number of people who find it interesting. 

Thanksgiving? Hello?

To quote my mother, “Well, that’s a fine howdy ya do.”  Both Diane and I seem to have gotten acute food poisoning from our comfort food meal of pasta, red sauce and broccoli last night.  It was a miserable night.  We’re both recovering, but we were both pretty weak today.  We skipped breakfast and had a slice of dry toast for lunch.

This morning, I did manage to step downstairs to the bike shop and pick up a giant bike box.  Of course, while struggling to get it up the narrow spiral staircase, I ran into, for the first time since being here, the building custodian.  He just seemed more worried about whether I was going to throw all the cardboard into the trashbin than me dragging this thing along the walls and ceiling, but a lot was lost in communication and it was a moment I was actually happy that I couldn’t speak French.  Anyway, it is now in our apartment.  Diane does not seem that impressed.

We did a bit of nearby shopping today.  I finally bought a new wallet and key chain.  I like the larger European size wallets.  Thereafter I went to the library while Diane took a snooze.

Thanksgiving doesn’t exist in France.  Even the American Expat community must make big compromises.  Turkey is completely unavailable until Christmas.  I scoured the internet for potential Thanksgiving dinners, but had no luck.  There is a Cajun restaurant called “Thanksgiving” very close to our apartment which might have been a possibility had our stomachs not been so adverse to spice today.  Diane wore her Thanksgiving socks that Lauri gave her last week.

Ultimately, we went out to La Defense to a quintessentially American institution for Thanksgiving dinner: (… drum roll , please …) McDonalds.  I had the Big Mac Maxi Menu avec frites et Coca-Cola Normal.  Diane had cheeseburger avec frites et Coke Zero.  Afterward, we had McFlurrys.  It was good.  So far it is staying down too.

There was a big Winter Wonderland set-up at La Defense, which we strolled through quickly.  We were very cold, so rushed home.

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Day of Rest

We are alone now again; all guests are gone.  Greg and Lauri left early today; Dayton and Gaye have been gone since Saturday.  Today seemed so quiet.

We both woke up late and had breakfast in the apartment.  I had to dash two buildings down to get a loaf of bread for toast, but that was it for going outside this morning.

This afternoon, I explored the logistics of getting my bicycle home.  It looks like the cheapest way to ship it will be as “oversized baggage” on our plane flight.  That is $150 to $200, depending on how they categorize the bike.  I inquired today at FedEx near Galleries Lafayette, and they said the cost to ship it through them would 850 €. 'Scuse me?  Lufthansa Cargo quoted 375€.  The bike shop just around the corner is going to give me a cardboard bike box tomorrow.  The logistical challenge now will be getting the big box to the airport. 

I also went to the vintage bike shop to buy a few hard-to-find items for the bike.  I got a vintage-style 3 speed shifter (my bike had a modern one; one of the few non-vintage items on the bike), new covers for my curved metal brake lever and a vintage-style lock for the back wheel.  I think I’ll just leave installation on all of this stuff until I get home since I am going to take the bike apart fully to “restore” it and grease it once I get it back.  There are a few dents in the fenders and chain gaurd that need to be pushed out too.  All-in-all, I lucked into a beautifully intact Dutch bike.  I get complements at the bike shops, in fact.

I also went out for a long bike ride to Alfortville.  It was not a specific destination, but rather just where I ended up.  It’s upstream from Paris along the Seine and very much an industrial suburb.  We’re talkin’ cement plants.

Diane spent the day walking around equally unambitiously.  She shopped the Saint Germain area and then the big Galleries Lafayette in the Opera area. 

Tonight we had pasta noodles, broccolli and a half bottle of nice Burgundy for supper.  It was great. 

For the remainder of the night, we do more of nothing.

Pere Lachaise Tour

After a pain au chocolate and café crème, I spent the morning at the Bibliothèque Historique de la Ville de Paris (Bibliothèque Forney did not open until 1:00 PM today).  I got back home just in time to drop off my laptop, grab a quick crepe with Nutella, and meet Greg and Lauri at the Saint Paul Metro Station.  From there we headed to Pere Lachaise cemetery. 

At Pere Lachaise, we pulled out our map and began the search for bodies.  We quickly encountered a helpful man, who turned out to be an expert on the cemetery and who is writing a book on some of the people in the cemetery.  He was beyond extremely helpful in that he gave us a guided tour of many of the plots we were looking for; Fred Chopin, Jim Morrison, Oscar Wilde etc.  It was also a fascinating tour of so many of the characters we would never otherwise know about, including the wacky and weird (the wife of an alchololic had his gravestone carved in the shape of a wine bottle, for example).

After Pere Lachaise, we popped into a café for a quick coffee and to warm up.  From there, we went to the Arc de Triomphe to walk Avenue des Champs-Elysées.  We solved the mystery of the Pirate flag on the top of the Louis Vuitton store; they have an exhibition on Peter Pan in their art gallery.  While in the art gallery, we were able to step out onto the balcony for view of the Champs.  Awesome.

We walked the length of Avenue des Champs-Elysées stopping at the kiosks, as necessary, for crepes, pretzels or whatever. 

At Place de la Concorde, we rode the large temporary Ferris Wheel that mysteriously appeared last week.  From there, we took the metro to the Marais District and had dinner and drank wine.

It was yet another bittersweet meal, since sadly tomorrow Greg and Lauri head back home. 

Diane and I will wake tomorrow alone again in Paris.


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Gargoyles

We met early at the crepe stand (me: eggs, ham, cheese) (great) and got in line to ascend the mighty Notre Dame towers.  It is a whole lot of spiral staircases.

The view is spectacular, and I really appreciated being able to look at the building up close.  I studied the flying buttresses, which now make perfect sense to me.  The gargoyles don’t, but they are cool too.  There sure are a lot of them.

After the Notre Dame, we went to the George Pompidou Center which is the Museum of Modern and Contemporary art.  Lots of weird stuff that is refreshing after the long, long hallways at the Louvre. 

We all split-up from there.  Lauri when off to see the 2^nd floor of the Louvre, which she had not yet seen.  Diane came back to the apartment to relax.  Greg and I headed off to the Maison Européenne de la Photographie which, it turns out, is closed both Monday and Tuesday.  Instead, we just split; Greg planning to do a long wandering walk through the 4^th and 3^rd Arrondissements. I walked down to the Paris City History Museum, but found it closed on Mondays too.  I just bought a baguette and came back to the apartment for a feast of bread, cheese and black olives.  After that I went to the library.

To night we are planning a seafood feast at Bofinger, which is the oldest Brasserie in Paris .  We are wearing our dress clothes because we hope to have a drink afterward at Hemmingway Bar at the Ritz Hotel (not a “Ritz Carlton” hotel).  Diane and I tried last time we were in Paris and were rather bluntly turned away for being underdressed.  We shall see.

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Bofinger was great.  Shared the "Bofinger Royale" seafood platter, which had a bunch of raw and cooked shellfish on the triple decker platters.  Some liked the oysters; others did not.  Same with the snails.  Same with the mysteriously little crawly things with less meat than shell.

I feel like Edmund Hillary except descending Mount Everest within feet of the top.  We actually got into the Ritz Hotel, found Hemmingway's Bar, but learned that there was no room for us.  We waited a bit and finally gave up.  It may be just as well: drinks were 40 euros each.

Pizza

After a quick egg, ham and cheese crepe at our favorite spot, Diane dashed out early in the morning to go to the Armory Museum.  She wanted to the see the Military Uniform display, which she has not been able to see so far.  We have six day museum passes which means we can get into any museum we want for “free” and seeing the uniforms was a priority for Diane.  I mostly sat in the apartment and drank coffee, but also walked out to Bofinger Brassarie to make a reservation for tomorrow night. 

We had to meet Greg and Lauri at the Lourve pyramid at 2:00 PM.  On route there from Bofinger, I passed by the Carnavalet Museum which documents the History of Paris. Since it was on the Museum Pass, I went in and scampered through the exhibits just to see what was there.  It definitely looks like it is worth a second look.

Diane returned from the Armory Museum, with her mission accomplished.  We met Greg and Lauri at the appointed time. We walked over to the l’Orangerie Museum to take in the Andre Kertesz exhibition.  November is “The Month of Photography” in Paris and there are exhibits everywhere.  It was a great exhibit.

From there, we walked over to the Musee d’Orsay, which is the Impressionist art museum.  It is currently under renovation, so is not at its full splendor, but is still very cool nonetheless.  It was interesting how they have revised history: none of the pamphlets show that the museum has a third floor.  The third floor contained all of the greatest Impressionist art and is the floor currently closed for renovation. Master works, such as “Le Dejeuner sur l'Herb” by Edouard Manet, were now on exhibit on the ground floor.  There still was a lot of good stuff to see.

We decided we needed pizza tonight.  I became obsessed with finding Chicago-style deep dish combination pizza.  No luck.

Instead, we were turned away from the one pizza joint we could find, because it was 6:00 PM and they didn’t open until 7:00 PM.  We drank a bottle of wine in a bistro while we waited.  We went to the pizza restaurant, which had a fabulous décor and pretty good pizza (thin, but better than the cracker crust with cucumber slices that I feared).  After eating a few pizzas we went back to Harry’s New York Bar and celebrated with a round of homemade Bailey’s cocktails.  Even Greg had one.