I haven't really crossed anything off my list lately, but reading my brother's list and visiting a blog posted on my links gave me a really wicked idea for the photo project I want to start. Hopefully I'll be able to rope my brother into it.
Yes, I know. Nearly a month without an update. There's not even an excuse - I'm not overly busy at work, but I've also not been doing much of anything at all. I don't even think I've used my camera in nearly two months.
Oh - except to photograph this (which I SWEAR was not staged):
I'm tired of talking about Paris, so know that on Day 6 I went to the Eiffel Tower and Les Invalides, bought a bunch of stinky cheeses and some Pierre Herme macarons. On my last day I ran around buying last minute stuff, found out the cashiers at monoprix are worse than cashiers in Israel (really quite an achievement), had a really good meal, and then got on a plane with my way over-weight suitcase and went home. The end.
Anyway - this is from Roo.
FOUR JOBS YOU'VE HAD IN YOUR LIFE (not in order):
1) Library page (that means I shelved books).
2) Supermarket cashier.
3) Professional eavesdropper - I used to listen in on calls at a call center for quality assurance.
4) I could tell you what I do now, but then I'd have to kill you.
FOUR MOVIES YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER:
1) Bridget Jones Diary (mostly because it's the only movie I own).
2) Mivtza Savta (Hebrew - freaking hilarious).
3) Not much of a movie goer.
4) Odd, given the fact that I enjoy going to movies.
FOUR CITIES YOU'VE LIVED IN:
1) Tel Aviv
TV SHOWS YOU LOVE TO WATCH:
3) Cold Case
4) Prison Break
FOUR FAVORITE PLACES YOU'VE BEEN ON VACATION:
3) New York
4) San Francisco
FOUR WEBSITES YOU VISIT DAILY:
2) Looking Good
FOUR OF YOUR ALL TIME FAVORITE RESTAURANTS:
1) Onami (Tel Aviv)
2) Boujadi (Toronto)
4) Orna & Ella
FOUR SCHOOLS YOU'VE ATTENDED:
2) German Mills Public School
3) Thornlea Secondary School
4) University of Toronto
FOUR OF YOUR FAVORITE FOODS:
4) Cheese sammich
FOUR THINGS YOU WANT RIGHT NOW:
1) A dryer
2) A cleaning lady
3) What roo said - a good kiss wouldn't hurt
4) To go out
FOUR NICKNAMES YOU'VE HAD:
3) Zelda (I don't know why either)
4) Can't think of another
This was my least planned, and thus least accomplished day in Paris. I was woken up relatively late (past 8, that is) by a call from my sister and following a brief chat, got ready to go out. I decided to join another Paris Walks tour and the only offering for this particular day was the Montmartre area. Although I'd already been with Laurent, I decided to give it another whirl - see it in daytime and perhaps learn a bit more about the area.
I grabbed a pain au chocolat from the patissierie next door to the hotel and headed towards the Abbesses metro stop. A word of advice regarding this station. Be in superb athletic shape or take the elevator up. Not that I'd know anything about that *gasp*.
I arrived to find a rather huge group assembled around another Brit, whose name I don't recall. He was entertaining, but not nearly as fun as *swoon* Jonathan. The size of the group also interfered with an ability to build a rapport with him, or within the group, really. Overall, I'd rank this particular tour a "meh". I don't know if it's because I'd already seen some of the place, or because the group dynamic was so different than the previous tour, or what - but I just kind of wanted to get it over with, actually.
Here are some of the sights though...
After wandering through the streets (followed most of the time by a rather pathetic looking street cat), we said goodbye to nameless guide and I wandered around the basilica a little. I only noticed the no photography sign on the door after I left... To my defense, I never photograph with a flash, so I wasn't doing any damage to the ancient artifacts or anything.
The remainder of my day was spent wandering fairly aimlessly. I headed to Georges V street in search of the Hermes store, in an attempt to pick up a perfume sample Heewig had requested. I walked into the store and stood around for a bit, watching people spend thousands of euros on Christmas gifts and feeling like a right pauper looking for a freebie. I was thrilled to learn that I would have to repeat the experience because only the main store on St. Honore Faubourg street carries the particular scent I was after. On the way there I stopped at a bistro and had yet another ham and cheese sammich. Sigh. This vacation was such a culinary wasteland, which is clear indication that I'm an idiot.
After lunch I headed to the correct store, only to be sneered at by the saleswoman, as they don't give out samples. Cheap bastards. Foiled again, I walked into Sephora on Champs Elysees to get a palette for my sister, but in keeping with the theme, was foiled yet again by a sell out. I headed over to Bd. Haussmann to another store and emerged victorious.
As I was walking towards a metro to head back to the hotel I ran smack into a Starbucks. I was thisclose to actually ordering but had to stop myself. This was Paris, goddamit. I didn't come here to buy American shit, yo! That, and they didn't have a gingerbread latte. From there I just headed back to the hotel and crashed until the next day. The time? Five PM. I sure was living up the nightlife in Paris on this trip.