Adventures Parisienne

 

My goal while in Paris was to write a blog post each evening.  That didn’t happen-so as not to pummel you with the banal minutia of our stay.  One day, par example, it took all day to figure out which bottle was fabric softener.  Another day I came home with what I thought were freezer bags, but were actually separated plastic bags to make ice cubes-see? Boring. Let’s hit the highlights.

We discovered we were only a stone’s throw-if you can throw a stone about a mile-from the Tuileries, the garden of the Louvre.  If you have a child in Paris in the summer-a palace garden is where you want to be.  They turn the northern edge of the Tuileries into an amusement park replete with a large, slow-moving Ferris wheel.

Newsflash-summer is officially over in Paris on August 22nd and that’s that.

Cafes and shops, closed since we arrived, now opened their shutters to change the landscape of the streets.  Paris Plage-the beaches along the Seine-were torn down.  The squeeze of more people was palpable-scooters flew down the streets and seemed to have free reign of the cigarette littered sidewalks as well.  People don’t die from lung cancer in Paris.

Newsflash-summer is officially over in Paris on August 22nd and that’s that.

Cafes and shops, closed since we arrived, now opened their shutters to change the landscape of the streets.  Paris Plage-the beaches along the Seine-were torn down.  The squeeze of more people was palpable-scooters flew down the streets and seemed to have free reign of the cigarette littered sidewalks as well.  People don’t die from lung cancer in Paris.

photo by Jean-Pierre Roche fotopedia.com

We took a picnic lunch to the Tuileries for a last ride on the Ferris wheel-but we forgot-summer was over. They were dismantling it when we got to the garden, by the time we finished our lunch it was completely gone.

we were so sad

We opted for coffee and a tuck into the Louvre. Our only option was Starbucks. in a laid back country like France is a hilarious experience. You would think they would tend to your coffee in the same feverish manner they dismantled summer, but not so. There was one person in line in front of us, about 15 people working behind the counter and my cafe latte took 20 minutes to get.

‘You’re not in a hurry! Where do you have to go? The Louvre? It’s open until 10! Relax. Enjoy your life.’

They also do not have ‘take away’ coffee anywhere except Starbucks, and no one is eating or drinking anything while they walk around or ride the metro. You sit down for a proper cup of coffee in France. Where do you have to go in such a hurry that you have to walk around while you drink your coffee? Nowhere. That’s where. I pegged myself several times as an uncivilized American by drinking my take away coffee on the metro.

 

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