|La Tour Eiffel Carousel|
The time change was tough on us. Because of traveling with a baby, we made an effort to go with her schedule. She woke us in the morning. She somewhat determined our meal times as we tried to dine while she napped. It was easier that way. Inevitably, she was woke by someone or something and in the end, joined us in our meal.
The only representation of any sort of breakfast was our final day in Paris. I had this delicious raspberry tart, a cheesecake type base in a flaky crust. Oh, my.
It was wrapped in a lovely sepia printed tented tissue paper which I kept. In my mind I will use it for an art project. The shop, pictured below.
At La Basillica de Sacre Coueur du Montmartre, I had the most beautiful, sacred, spiritual time. When you entered, you had to have your camera put away. Out of sight. I was putting my camera into my bag as I entered and was reprimanded- "Madame!" I knelt with the others and crossed myself. I bought a gold coin and a white rosary which I plan to hang in my bedroom. I lit a candle in memory of my Grandma. And, I'm not Catholic.
When I told my daughter she said "you were caught up in the moment." I suppose I was. But it was such a lovely moment.
Back outdoors I was slapped into reality when I looked up and saw the gargoyles. Some people think gargoyles are cool. I am not one of these people. I looked up at them, peering down on us from above and thought to myself "this is why we pray."
|Scared me silly- flying monkey from Wizard of Oz?|
And I liked it.
|Typical narrow Parisian street|
|Isn't this just too, too french?|
|Outdoor fruit stand|
My daughter looked them up when we got home and apparently, we are not the only tourists who had a less than desirable experience. So my advice would be to avoid that restaurant- the place NOT to go!
Where not to eat