That's a hokey song from Funny Face, which is set in Paris and which we watched a couple days before leaving. It's also a line Annabel belted out repeatedly in appropriately touristish locales.
Let's jump right into the pictures, shall we?
The first picture is moi in my awesome loft bed. [As you might have figured out, Annabel and I are working on this together.] The second picture is our beyond-quiet street in the Marais. As we were first walking from the Metro to our apartment, I was excited about all the fabulous jewelry stores. But when we came out on that street again, we began to notice that all the stores were wholesale and not retail. But we did do a lot of fabulous shopping while we were there. [A lot.]
The first picture is the beautiful church St. Chapelle, which could learn a few lessons from Versailles about getting people through metal detectors more quickly. We stood there for an hour and a half and it was freezing cold. We had sunny cool weather the whole time. The second picture is from Notre Dame. [We loved the idea of obeying the "Archpriest," whatever the heck that is--sounds like something from a comic book.]
Another one from St. Chapelle. Apparently they have captured and imprisoned one of the Weeping Angels (from Doctor Who)--that's the only explanation we can think of for this bondage sculpture. And the second one is outside Notre Dame--Annabel thinks this statue was used as the conceptual model for the ghosts in Return of the King, and I'm inclined to agree with her. (Blow it up a little to really get the similarity.)
As if that weren't enough for a busy morning, we managed to take in the Louvre (well, part of it) in the same afternoon. Perhaps you've heard that the Louvre is a large museum? We didn't see even half of it, and you can find much better versions of the famous stuff we did see online. But maybe you won't find this particular martyr online--I thought it was especially appropriate for an Alaskan audience, as it appears to be martyrdom by machete. [Why is that particularly Alaskan?] I have to admit that she has a point there.
This is the fabulously awesome Pompidou Center. You had to take this awesome clear tube escalator so you felt like a hamster, and when you got to the very top you could see all over the city of Pa-ree. I liked the Surrealism. And the Cubism. And the Miro. And everything else.
That's enough for now. All the pictures are swirling around in our heads and we're having trouble remembering where we saw what. We loved our 6-day museum passes (not to mention that Annabel was free everywhere). We'll come back at you later with particularly awesome pictures.
Let's jump right into the pictures, shall we?
The first picture is moi in my awesome loft bed. [As you might have figured out, Annabel and I are working on this together.] The second picture is our beyond-quiet street in the Marais. As we were first walking from the Metro to our apartment, I was excited about all the fabulous jewelry stores. But when we came out on that street again, we began to notice that all the stores were wholesale and not retail. But we did do a lot of fabulous shopping while we were there. [A lot.]
The first picture is the beautiful church St. Chapelle, which could learn a few lessons from Versailles about getting people through metal detectors more quickly. We stood there for an hour and a half and it was freezing cold. We had sunny cool weather the whole time. The second picture is from Notre Dame. [We loved the idea of obeying the "Archpriest," whatever the heck that is--sounds like something from a comic book.]
Another one from St. Chapelle. Apparently they have captured and imprisoned one of the Weeping Angels (from Doctor Who)--that's the only explanation we can think of for this bondage sculpture. And the second one is outside Notre Dame--Annabel thinks this statue was used as the conceptual model for the ghosts in Return of the King, and I'm inclined to agree with her. (Blow it up a little to really get the similarity.)
As if that weren't enough for a busy morning, we managed to take in the Louvre (well, part of it) in the same afternoon. Perhaps you've heard that the Louvre is a large museum? We didn't see even half of it, and you can find much better versions of the famous stuff we did see online. But maybe you won't find this particular martyr online--I thought it was especially appropriate for an Alaskan audience, as it appears to be martyrdom by machete. [Why is that particularly Alaskan?] I have to admit that she has a point there.
This is the fabulously awesome Pompidou Center. You had to take this awesome clear tube escalator so you felt like a hamster, and when you got to the very top you could see all over the city of Pa-ree. I liked the Surrealism. And the Cubism. And the Miro. And everything else.
That's enough for now. All the pictures are swirling around in our heads and we're having trouble remembering where we saw what. We loved our 6-day museum passes (not to mention that Annabel was free everywhere). We'll come back at you later with particularly awesome pictures.
No comments:
Post a Comment