So this weekend, Jenna and I traveled to "La Ville D'Amoure" of Paris France. We arrived by way of the glorious "Eurostar" train on Friday evening to "Gare du Nord" train station... which is within the Metro system, so that made it easy for us to carry on our journey. We had no plans, just to see the city... So we did.... and it was the smoothest, easiest, best and most exciting trip I've made thus far! I definitely saved the best for last... that's for sure. It also pays to travel in good company. We saw the sights (The Sacre Couer, The Louvre, The Champs Elysees, L'Arc De Triumph, The Effiel Tower, Musee D'Orsay, Notre Dame de Paris, The Moulin Rouge, cafes, restaurants, the people and the character)... It was a fully-loaded trip.
Now onto the interesting stuff... The scary stuff... Well, this one wasn't scary, it was just annoying. So, saturday morning, we were on a Paris high, we had just seen the Sacre Couer in Montmartre... cuz it was right next to our Hostel! We saw the church, walked down the steps and slopes in front of it, leading to the city... glorious view. Walking along, looking at the beautiful sights... apparently, we weren't watching where we were going... because the next thing I realized, I was the posession of a 6'7" Peddler with snaggle teeth that looked very much like Jaffar's hagged old-man alias who leads Aladdin to the Cave of Destiny in the Disney Classic. With his arms on my shoulders and a colorful string around my first finger, I was owned. And so it began... I was gifted with a view of eternal damnation. I saw through his lies. I through his bloody Hukana Matata Lies!!!! 2 minutes and 5 Euros later, I had a crappy friendship bracelet on my right wrist, forever reflecting my neglegence and obsessive infatuation with white churches...
Another highlight was seeing a street-performer with his spectical and guitar-clad marionette dance and lip-sync along with Rage Against the Machine's "Killing in the Name Of" on the Bridge just North of Notre Dame...
It was a fantastic and exciting experience. I loved the city and the people. It was the first time that it actually felt like a European city. There was hardly a trace of Americanization... which was a breathe of fresh air... But, they have their own chains... of course... Oh, and I finally got to use the 4 1/2 years of French Education... that was actually really neat. Well, thanks for reading. Bon journée!
Nick
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