Europe by train: day 6. Paris, France.
It is cold in Paris and Brian and I are completely unprepared. Most of the clothes we have with us were packed in anticipation of the stifling heat of SE Asia. We hadn’t planned to stay in Europe for so long. As a result, I’ve been wearing a variation (jeans instead of hiking pants) of the exact same outfit since September 18th. I have honest to God fantasies of throwing these clothes into a raucous bonfire while I hop around like a wild woman screaming BURN! BURN!
Regardless of our sub-par wardrobe, we set out today to explore Paris by foot. We spent hours roaming through the Pere Lachaise cemetery where Jim Morrison and Oscar Wilde are buried. We warmed ourselves inside of the Cathedral of Notre Dame (850 years old this year). We held hands on the bridge of love locks while searching unsuccessfully for one with our names on it so we could pass it off as our own. Then we ate falafels so good we waited in line for them and afterwards, with full bellies, we explored the nooks and crannies of the Shakespeare and Company bookstore where Ezra Pound, Hemingway and James Joyce used to hang out. Then we topped it all off with an espresso. It was a pretty good day.
Paris is stunning, but you know that. So I’ll stop with the words now and let the pictures do the talking.
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