Campanile Paris Est - Porte De Bagnolet

Conrad woke me at 10 am, but I did not believe that it was already 10. The shutters at Maurice's house kept out all of the light, so I wanted to keep sleeping. I pulled myself out of the bed. Conrad wakes up every morning ready to go go go. I do not. Does this surprise anyone? I haven't been sleeping that great, but it will do. I woke up to a pancake breakfast. Conrad had packed Pirate Haus pancake mix and maple syrup in our luggage so that he ...

... I have had prior to this trip but I think it has something to do with the knowledge that this journey will require a true immersion into another culture which is so much more work than a fly by night visit to the touristy sights of a place. I knew that the language barrier would be a new challenge for me and one that I in particular, have never really experienced or truly appreciated. Someone has always spoken English or Spanish in almost every place I've been. In particular, I ...

... amongst the paintings was a fat version of the Mona Lisa. Hilarious! We just had to have it. After finally being noticed we asked how much it was...60 euros (around $100aud)...yeah we don't need it that much but it is kinda cool. Before we left we noticed some canvas paintings of various areas around Paris. Done deal! 2 euros each and there were 8 of them...sold! The guy kindly rolled them into a tight little roll and wrapped them in brown paper. Currently ...

... After a total of about 3 hours there, we came off the tower. The line down below was unbelieveable. So was the sky. As usual out of nowhere, it was totally grey and chilly. We had agreed to meet Mati's parents by the Arc d'Triomphe so we made our way back to the Metro station. Before we got there, the sky opened up and it started raining. It was around lunch time, so we (and 8,000 ...

... kind of ironic that sacre coeur is elevated high on the hill above the red light distric where the Moulin Rouge is... whilst we were doing our round in sacre coeur, mass started at the church, and the nun singing had the most beautiful, spine tingling voice... wow.. I wonder if there's a hierarchy/selection process for nun or monks who want to lead the services at prominent churches such as the Notre Dame or Sacre Coeur...hmm. Our next stop was to ...

... of hours I studied in Art History, "Les Tres Riches Heures du Duc du Berry". After wandering around the grounds of the Chateau, we crossed over to the Park Floral de Paris (Flower Park of Paris). Our original intention had been to visit the Vincennes Zoo, but we were too far to walk, and thought we'd explore the park instead. A horticultural park, there are plantings throughout the whole expanse as well as ...

... an American accent, had a family tree of jazz stuck on the door and when I asked if there was a jazz club he would recommend he said "weellll..what type of a jazz you like?" ****. Clearly Jazz is not just "Jazz" he started reeling off the history of jazz... Anyway he told us a good band, unfortunately we didn't get to go - too many things to do - so little time. We had lunch (a bread roll and some cheese from the supermarket) in the park, we sat on the gr************* tour load ...

... we'd done enough shopping so we left Jill to that. Instead, Joe and I went back to the Louvre and actually went in. We saw two things, the Mona Lisa and Venus de Milo. (Yes, the Mona Lisa is small). The lines weren't actually that bad on this day but we decided to head back outside and walk around. That kind of sums up day 3, shopping and walking. Overall, it was a very fun and action packed trip to Paris.

... wurde, da dieser ohne Unterlass mit den aufgeregten Fingern seiner zitternden Hand auf die hölzerne Armlehne des Sitzes trommelte, fasste die vollkommen in weiß gekleidete Schönheit Mut und fragte ihn mit spürbarer Anteilnahme: "Mein Herr, was ist denn mit Ihnen? Kann man denn etwas für Sie tun?" " Ich werde nun die Fehler suchen. Für den Rest meines Lebens," sprach es unaufhörlich im Kopfe des Mannes, welcher durch die Worte der Weiblichkeit aus ...

... and the relatively long walk to the Design Museum started to take its toll. By the time we manage to locate it and get inside we had lost feeling in our ears and noses. It was the chilling breeze that made it worse, walking along the Thames with no protection from buildings allowed it to hit us without mercy. The museum itself was interesting, with an exhibition of modern design ideas created last year for a competition by young and upcoming designers. There was a long group ...