It takes forever to leave Paris.
Hello again Friends and Neighbors.
I’m killing some time right now before my trip to London.
To keep us both busy, Friend (or Neighbor) let’s look at some pictures from my other sight-see yesterday.
It’s called La Basilique du Sacré Coeur de Monmartre. It’s another extraordinarily beautiful church at the top of a hill, which seems to be the way they prefer their churches in France. They’re all on top of hills. There are always 7,000 steps to get up to them. So I climbed the stairs to the basilica. From that high up, you can see the whole of Paris, which is quite stunning. I always think of european cities being compact ancient little places but Paris is huge and sprawling. The weather was shit though, so my phone couldn’t take a nice picture of the view. However, here is a green Knight on top of the church.
Then, on the way back down the hill, I as propositioned by an old man, a man in a vest did tricks with a soccer ball while hanging from a street lamp, and I confirmed a long-standing stereotype: French people wear berets and not in an ironic way.
And it didn’t end there. It actually never ends in Europe. There’s always another weird thing happening right next to you and you’re always a bit surprised, even though you’ve seen things just as weird in New York City.
Like the dancing sombrero parade following Jesus I saw in brooklyn once.
I mean, there are legit GYPSIES here. In France! One of my coworkers and I walked over to Musee D’Orsay on Saturday and on our way over a the river, a lady called out to me as I walked past her. I turned around and Jim said “no, don’t. keep walking.” Then he explained it’s an old “gypsy” trick. They call out to you, say “you dropped this” and you say “I did? Gosh, didn’t even notice and totally forgot I owned a gold plated pimp chalice.” To which they reply “if you want it back, give me €10.”
My day wasn’t over yet. On my way to the metro station, I found this.
Ahhh… things aren’t really that different here after all, are they?