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... br style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px; line-height: normal;">So, normally I go to a new place with no clue if/when I'll be back, so I'm a very aggressive traveler, trying to do and see everything. This time, I know I'll be back in a week and a month, so there was no pressure. I went to Paris and didn't even glimpse the Eiffel Tower, Louvre, Seine, or Bastille (although the last is because it doesn't exist ...
... near the Tuliers gardens for some free time. We headed back to the Lafayette Galleries and discovered that there are three stores - ladies (femme), male and Maison. This obviously means in French 'Scott had died and gone to heaven' as there were 3 floors of food hall. Cheese, meat, seafood, pastries, macaroons, spices, chocolates and international foods. Even Vegemite but at 6 euros it was a little expensive. It was really interesting ...
... of some of the streets in daylight is something else - but on our first night, the magic won out!)
On Friday we headed out to revisit some favourite Parisian attractions and to do some shopping:
- Along Boulevard St Germain, enjoying the elegant building facades
- Past the always impressive Notre Dame
- the Marais, especially Place des Vosges and to our favourite falfalel shop in the Jewish Quarter
- Galleries Lafayette and the ...
... rest of Paris was razed and squares and plazas and avenues added, Marais remained the last vestige of the very old and Medieval Paris of labyrinthine, cobblestoned streets. Hard to walk in and murder on the ankles but wonderful for the spirit to wander and explore itself. Also known for art galleries like Soho in NYC. Discovered Kouignettes! Maison George Larnicol 132 boulevard ...
... to the same job, and to see the same people. I want to be a vagabond forever.
Part of me wanted to cancel my flight back home and book one to Morocco or Iran. Maybe Guatemala. I wasn't sure, anywhere but New York.
I don't know how long I was on those steps, but it was long enough. A Parisian man walked past me and turned back around, asking me if I was alright in French. I smiled and nodded, wiping away tears. He asked me if I would like to ...