Monday August 12th, 2013 9:45am Latin Quarter
“Honey, we are supposed to be walking out of the house in 15 minutes”. Laughter ensues. We woke up later than yesterday and spent the morning making breakfast and being lazy. Note to those who are coming to Paris. Get the thick bacon. Holy crap. Eggs, bacon, avocado fried up in the bacon fat, oh hell yeah that’s a good way to start your day.
We hung out for a little while longer and Fae was practically falling asleep on the couch. One of the things I wanted to do was to go check out Monmartre and Sacre Couer, which was never really huge on Fae’s list, so Jason and I took off and left Fae and Joe to hang out and rest up. We jumped on the metro and headed to a church called La Madeline and it was pretty different than anything I’d ever seen. Dark, almost no windows except for a domed sky light, I was impressed by the structure, but didn’t really feel like what I was used to. Cool as hell though. There’s a famous mustard store across the street that Jason got a refill of, I swear the guy inhales mustard, and tried to find a place to get a coffee. There is no such thing as a deli here, and most places don’t encourage you to grab to go. The only coffee I saw anyone drinking on the street was Starbucks, and I’m sure as hell not going to drink that here.
We caught the metro to Sacre Coeur and Monmartre, and I have to say, don’t spend any time in Monmartre, it’s a dump. That and a serious tourist trap. Took the finicular (tram/train) to the top of the hill and went into Sacre Coeur. Much more like what I was used to, but it had the passage and chapels behind the altar, it was pretty cool. Lots of stained glass, mostly red, but then again, the church of the sacred heart should probably have a lot. I lit a candle for some family and friends, and felt at peace inside, it was nice.
Have to say, the view? Not nearly as cool as I expected.
Came back, went and did sprints in the Jardin de Plantes, and showered and changed for dinner. Went to Chez Papa, had the duck with braised leeks. Dude. Go. Get it now. I think they have restaurants in the states, so try it if there is one. Ho. Lee. Crap. Coffee in the little cups, wonderful atmosphere sitting outside and watching people go by. Lovely.
Back and catching up on pics of Gillian at camp, talking to Aidan, and seeing the the Red Sox are still in first place. Okay, cool 🙂 Tomorrow should be Notre Dame, St Chapelle, Conciergerie, and maybe the gf baker, Helmut Newcake or as I referred to him when I couldn’t remember his name – Hubert Muffintop.