paris

First, we bought day passes for the Metro. My very first subway ride.

When the young guy holding his terrier got on, I began to feel I was in Paris. Next a man entered carrying a guitar. Not long afterward he was belting out upbeat Spanish tunes (so maybe I felt I was in Madrid; anyway it was European). The people, all heading into the city for a Sunday, applauded the music, offered coins when he passed his hat.

We emerged into sunshine again a couple blocks from Notre Dame. Soon we found the cathedral.
Inside it was time for mass.

We ventured out and around the building for more views.
Can’t forget the gargoyles.
Couple more, only these are giddy gargoyles.
Next, Tim made a tiny friend.
We walked beside the Seine
and along more boulevards.

At last, I was tantalized by part of the landmark I’d been seeking.

Gee, the Louvre is big.
We didn’t even attempt the inside.
We wandered to the Arc de Triomphe.
Then as shadows lengthened we experienced a warm Paris evening.
Returning to the Seine, we rested tired toes.
I still wanted to pinch myself. I was here.


After dark we were whisked to the top of our beauty, which turned out blue (should I say bleu?),
and we viewed the world lit up below.