I begin this edition with this incident because obviously the reputation for French poor manners did not hold up with us. We were in Paris less than 15 minutes when a stranger helped us not only by offering to make the call but doing so in English!
Then our “hostess” Megan kindly showed us around the apartment, gave us some local tips and filled us in on the neighborhood which is obviously a touristy area.
|Our stairwell to the apartment (well....at least part of it)|
There are restaurants and bars everywhere. I mean everywhere. We thought Galway was crowded. Galway is deserted by Paris standards. Traffic increases steadily through the night with horns blaring. Frenetic is an understatement.
We did take a quick bite. There were several gyro restaurants about and we thought we would give one a try. We were not disappointed. We couldn’t finish the entire gyro.
As I write, it is raining (an Irish drizzle actually) and party barges are powering down the Seine past Notre Dame. The city is still bustling but calming somewhat.
It is easy to see why such great photographers as Doisneau, Bresson, Clergue, ad infinitum made their reputations here. If you can’t get great pictures here you aren’t trying… or don’t have a camera.
I leave you with great expectations of tomorrow which we will share in this first segment from Paris. We are going about the city to get acquainted with this beautiful and perhaps, tainted, lady. What fun.