Thursday, September 1, 2011
9-1-2011
So clearly, we're really into eating crepes. Well, the internet tells me that crepes are really from Brittany in the northwest of France not Paris, and many people from this area take the train to the Gare Montparnasse by where we are staying. As a result, this area has the most and best variety of crepe places and types of crepes. Those are breakfast crepes. After shopping around and looking at mushrooms for a while, we were ready for another place to have lunch crepes from this creperie.
Here's some random stuff...we saw fashionable people, we want to be friends with pizza cat, Nicole is scared of robot bathrooms, more fancy gates.
My mom would be really happy with how many times we went to church on this trip. I would probably be more inclined to go to church more often if they had fancy ceilings like this that I could stare at when I was bored. These windows wouldn't hurt to look at either. I really like old religious things. I think they're really pretty. This is back outside again. There was so much detail in all the sculpture around the outside of the building that We just sat and stared at it. It's all very hard to picture. I was a bit disappointed that we didn't see the Hunchback.
More street picture time...the Seine is still romantical, very romantical but also good for working on your tan. I really liked how the street vendors that sold the touristy stuff looked. I probably looked like this. I wish I looked like this. I like people pictures. Nicole and I went to sit by the river but found out that in addition to being romantical, it also smells like pee. At least it looks nice in pictures. Something that would look nice in pictures is the inside of the Musee d'Orsay, but they don't let you take pictures. You can always Google image search for "Bouguereau" and see the paintings that I like.
The street lets you take pictures, so here's a picture of meat, Nicole with a baguette de tradition française, foreshadowing for when we get to London, and a fromagerie where I managed to speak enough French to buy something (this was a major accomplishment). This is delicious dinner for the night.
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