TayTay on VayCay: Paris

Bonjour!

Oh golly, where to start…well, I could give a re-cap of each day, but I don’t actually remember what happened in each day…So I will tell you things in the sequence of images on my camera.

To start, we arrived as weary travelers in the middle of the day on Friday. A grocery trip, dinner and sleeping followed. We are such party animals. Watch out Paris!

Montmartre…up on a hill, away from the busy, loud Paris is a cute little town with artists and pretty buildings. We went here on our first day (I think…) and had an interesting lunch where people freaked out when they found out we were from Kansas (?) and where a strange man dressed in a white suit (accompanied by a white hat) seemed to stalk us the whole day…everywhere we were, he was too…coincidence? I think yes. Our day concluded with wandering the streets of Paris…(sunburn status: we good.)

The next day, my camera is telling me we frolicked to Saint-Chapelle, and is also reminding me (by lack of images) that we were ripped off. We waited in line for about thirty minutes, went through a security thingy (like at the airport) and paid cash-monies to see one room…grrrr. But it was pretty and gaudy as heck (oh Paris and your love of all things gold and those creepy little angels with their beady little eyes…)…then my feet started crying tears of blood (over exaggeration) so we went home for a while and ventured back out to an internet café only to be hit on by the most awkward French man ever…a painfully dull 45-minute conversation ensued ending with us going “oh, look at the time…”(sunburn update: grrr…pink frosting colored…yum)

Anywho…Next, Mr. Camera went to Notre Dame, which was GORGEOUS. OMG (literally). We arrived early enough for no lines, hardly any tourists, and they still had the chandeliers lit which made majestic-like images inevitable…after the happy-hunchback extravaganza we meandered into the Latin quarter, stalked some chocolate shops (we are females, give us a break). We ate our little packed lunches (oh elementary school, how I miss you…) by the Fontaine de Medicis while staring at some scary green man. It was super duper hot so we decided that ice cream was a beautiful idea…followed by copious amounts of water and shade. (sunburn status: noticably a tourist)

Uhm…I’m lost as to what day it is…I remember that once upon a time in a land that was super freakin’ hot we tried to go to see some dead people buried under ground (the catacombs) but it was flooded… *melodramatic tear* …

Hmmm…we saw the Eiffel tower…ugly as heck! Hehehe, we saw other touristy things, a lot of which I did not take pictures of because I saw no point…

We went to the Louvre, but I got sick while inside within the first few moments, so we did not stay long. Although I did see one of my favorite da Vinci paintings, Virgin of the Rocks. Sadly, we did not see the entire museum. But, on the next day, before traveling back (on a train that lost power three times) we went to Centre Pompidou, a modern art gallery, and I got in free (said I was Dutch…yay lying!) and I saw so many artists that I like (and a bunch that I want to punch in the face)…there was Picaso (of course- but none of his super famous pieces), Francis Bacon (had some sort of mental issue…but made cool paintings), Kandinsky, Rothko (who saved my booty back at USC...long story), and many others…although the museum also was plagued by those artists who give all the others a bad name, such as Klein (stupid neo-dada) and Pollock (with his "I feel where the paint wants to go, and I just put it there"...wow...really?)…hmmm…who else did I see…oh, Miro, whose work reminds me of a happier version of Dali (and not so gross), and Louise Bourgeois (girl is curzy.), Giacometti’s creepy emaciated figures were chillin’ in there also…all in all, it was wonderful. I loved it. It was the perfect end to the trip. After the museum visit, we packed our things, got onto the train, and were home just before midnight. (sunburn status: doesn't matter, we are back in the land of coats and scarves!)

So…that was our trip in Paris. A lot of walking. A lot of admiring gorgeous architecture. A lot of sweating and sunburns and freckle explosions. And best of all, a rekindled desire to immerse myself in good literature, and paint/bake my life away. No worries though- I’ll not do anything drastic (like bake 400 cupcakes again…) and stick to the whole ruling-the-Asian-business-world game that I have been playing for awhile now. Maybe I can woo potential investors with pastries?

The upcoming days/weeks will be annoying. I have projects due in three classes and exams to prepare for. So, don’t expect super intense posts- anticipate the mundane-this-is-my-life posts that I have been doing recently, and eventually one from Switzerland will pop up…one of these days.

Love you! 63 days!