Formule 1 Vigneux sur Seine
Travel Blogs from Vigneux-sur-Seine
"The Ascent of Man"
... warmth, descend and split. They back on another loop of their bus and me towards the main shops.
I wander north of Notre Dame intending to cruise slowly home, but the drizzle gets the better of me. Umbrellas left, right and in my face, dawdling tourists on the wrong side of the footpath, wet feet and even worse, MOST OF THE SHOPS CLOSED!
I head home defeated and dejected, only to find that the others ...
Euro Disney - PARIS!
... Dylan had decided that he would sit the ride out to avoid doing any further damage to his back and completely write himself off. That left Alex, Age and myself to tackle the coaster by ourselves. Thankfully we had our fast passes and we were up onto the platform in good time. The Indiana Jones ride was themed around the movie but was a standard outdoor rollercoaster. We climbed into the tight carriage, Age at the very front and Alex and I behind.
The ride was ...
Tourists, gypsies & movie walks
... Sitting on a post beside the road to eat this is not recommended - mainly due to the traffic that comes just a little too close for comfort (especially buses) - but fun nonetheless. It also gets glances and giggles from people at nearby restaurants. After wandering down to moulin rouge - its nothing like the movie but pretty special - then across to the cemetary to have a look (immense) it was then time to visit Marlys and Michael for a quick coffee and a surprise mini tour ...
Day 23
... lost. Next on the list is Venus. She stands there in all her glory as David does. With her heritage unable to be substantiated, she is an impressive woman with all her womanly charms. The crowds start to build, but are not that bad. There a squillion primary school students on excursion today, but they are very well behaved. It is almost like watching playschool. The teacher/guide sits, and the little ones camp around them on the marble floor listening intently ...
Day 361 - Dream Within a Dream
... and noise and turbulence all around me, but here in this place, nothing but the perpetual hum of deafening silence. It grips me when I’m most vulnerable, in the throes of sleep when my guard is down. My mind most open to the world around me, recreated in the memories and sounds of a life forgotten. Someday soon I will return, and my visions will change to the things I’ve learned. Of ice capped mountains ...
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