Guest post number 1, and it comes at a time already 10 days into the trip (11 if you count the first travel day, which was basically a fog of jet lag). This morning my parents left to continue their journey to Rome, which should be lovely. My mom informed me that the weather will be warm; the mid to upper 80s. That sounds great, and a decent contrast from the mid 60s here in Paris, of even colder in London.
I can't help but feel sad as our travel companions bid us adieu after having shared with us this European trip so far. The portrait museum, the Museé d'Orsay, meat pies, an occasional pint, and nightly wine with recaps of the preceding day's events.
To be in Paris (and soon Zweibrücken), and having spent time in London with my wife, the usual author of this trip blog, has been a dream come true of course, and I look forward to continued days of exploration and relaxation.
Being in a reflective mood while still in the middle of the trip...I'm partially convinced that the city of Paris has something to do with it, especially considering all the renowned artists who have called this place their home.
Onward with the relaxation and exploration. Today, I think I'll get a cappuccino. That should whip me back in to shape.
|Judging how I look in this picture, I might as well be in a tomb!|
So how about some shopping? We've got that covered. The Macy's-like department store was cool, but too much perfume in the first 6 floors. Right, there were only 6 floors in the place.
|Not sure if this is runway ready.|
Moving on, dinner beckoned. What should we have tonight? The same thing we have every night (insert Pinky and the Brain picture here), bread, wine, cheese, and pastries from the local patisserie. Cheese from the stink shop across the way...check! Wine from the guy who now I'm good friends with...check! Bread from the same woman who still doesn't understand that I don't speak french, so telling me the price very quickly in french language with french numbers isn't going to work...check! Desserts from...well, Becky got dessert. Nice, some cheesecake. Not enough cheese already?
|What are we going to eat tonight, Becky?|
Now that I've begun to ramble stream-of-conscience Jack Kerouac style, it's time to put down the tablet. Good timing. I'm not sure I'm cut out for the blogging world.