Today was Day 3 in Paris! And it happens to be May Day!!! YAY!!!! PUBLEEEK HOLIDAAAAEEEE!!! Don’t know why I’m so happy anyway. Not like I’m working yet or in school. Plus almost all the museums were closed today. BAH.
Seeing how the museums in the Invalides area were closed, we decided to go to Notre Dame! Or Ile de Cité. A bit more on that later. But first…
Today was the first time we took the metro! Very complicated system of trains that worm in and out of each other under the surface of clean pretty Paris. Here’s Pa looking a tad constipated while waiting for a good shot of the train coming by…
At the bridge towards Ile de Cité with Ma! It’s kinda called City Island because this tiny island in the middle of the river was where Paris first started out before it leaked into the surrounding banks. The original island itself is awesome though.
The roof of their Police station! The sun today was much nicer and warmer. I felt like a funny kitty chasing the sunlight. But it’s freezing without it! Today was a good 5ºc. Blood hell.
Notre Dame! And the farking long queue that only got longer and longer as time passed, so much so that it was snaking all around the damn place.
Picture of their famous gargoyle! Can you see it? Pa calls it a GarGoYa. Not sure why.
Bridge of wood! but too insignificant to be in the guide book.
Side of the Notre Dame! Around the area, there were plenty of gypsies going around asking people if they could speak English then trying to pick your pockets while you try to read this piece of paper. This one gypsy came up to me asking “Can you speak English?” So I gave her my “I’m-Actually-Mentally-Retarded” face that kinda made her go away.
GarGoYa on the side shaped as a frog!
And this one shaped like a headless chicken!
Inside the Notre dame! the ceilings are so high!
And a headless guy on the front.
Shot of the Cité Station!
Front of the church at Montmarte. My hero on the front! Joan of Arc and St Louis.
We were tricked into climbing up the side of this damn church after following a sign that said “Crypt”. I thought crypts were in the basement. We ended up climbing to the second highest point in Paris (highest is Eiffel Tower). The climb was total shit. And it involved walking on narrow precipices and endless spiral staircases. Kanasai. not to mention there was nobody infront or behind to assure us we weren’t going the wrong way.
View from the top…
then finally following the damn Sortie signs to the basement.
Stupid sign. it should say “Stupid Sign”.
Montmarte is home of the poor starving artist. The entire place is literally breathing with art and artists and the thick smell of fixative.
Then in our quest to find the Salvador Dali museum, we ended up walking to the Moulin Rouge! Here is Pa and Ma’s heads staring at the sign that says something naughty about girls.
Me outside the Moulin Rouge with my new hat!
A shot of a set of roadside petrol pumps. o.o
Andddddd….
BEST DINNER IN PARIS EVER!!! We had CHINESE FOOD. OMG. So Yummy. T.T
Still missing my baby. Wish you were here with me so I can… read a book with you. =D
