Post by georgeleitch on Mar 27, 2012 11:15:29 GMT -5
Hello mes amis and let's have another wee try at this. On Saturday, I was up with the lark showered,shaved and dressed and off to the local boulangerie for our breakfast of croissants, pain au raisin and pain au chocolate. I also picked up a nice warm baguette and did the Parisian thing of nibbling off the end bit and ,being a gentleman, I left the other end for Stella.
Suitably refreshed and sustained we hopped on the Metro. Well Stella hopped and I kinda lurched but made it after pushing a couple of wee lassies out of the way.They should have been in school anyway says I.We got off at L'Etoille and found a bench to watch the modern day equivalent of a Ben Hur type chariot race. Alas not a Stephen Boyd moment and feeling quite dissapointed off we wandered to Cartier's window. Once more dissapointed but for different reasons off we went. I must pause here to remark on the complete absence
of my old pals, "the Little Sisters of the Coffee Cup" and their daughters; none of whom can speaka da English and wanted me to translate something and give them my Banking information. I must have missed the descent from on high of the Great Big Coffee Cup and their rapture at being taken away from this cruel world. .Sante to the lot of them anyway.
Off again we wandered until Stella spotted a store with a tiny sign thar said "soldes".In she charged scattering thin and wispy Parisiennes in front of her and mowing down an American
woman who stopped in front of her to chat on her cell phone.I think that she is still there somewhere in the concrete.Stella finally found some stuff and I,like the rest of the poor men found a wall on which to lean.Eventually, out she came with a big beam and saying "it was too big" which didn,t stop her from buying other stuff. Now ladies,which shop on The Champs would she choose. That's right ,Marks and Spencer. As she had already pillaged one in Ayr, Scotland and Maidstone England, why should France be any different?
Off once more we trudged and fell into Monoprix to buy sandwiches and drinks to sustain us in our trek to Concorde. I am sorry to say that my feet were killing me or in the vernacular,"my dogs were barking".Frequent rest stops later we reached the Tuilleries and had a wee baurlie(rest) at the pond. BTW the big fountain in Concorde wasn't working which was a shame as it is really spectacular when firing on all cylinders. Once more up we got ,and I felt like an extra in a French Foreign Legion movie. I could just hear Brian Donlevy yelling "march on mes enfants .March or die"So, on we marched to the Louvre, through the big gates at the back and onto the promised land of Rue St Honore. At last we reached our apartment and collapsed therein.
End of day 2 and if this darn machine doesn't change it's set up to a more civilised one it will sleep with the fishes.
We are off to St.Chapelle for a concert tonight so will have to leave you all on tenterhooks until later or even tomorrow which as we all remember will creep on at a petty pace but will get there as usual
Suitably refreshed and sustained we hopped on the Metro. Well Stella hopped and I kinda lurched but made it after pushing a couple of wee lassies out of the way.They should have been in school anyway says I.We got off at L'Etoille and found a bench to watch the modern day equivalent of a Ben Hur type chariot race. Alas not a Stephen Boyd moment and feeling quite dissapointed off we wandered to Cartier's window. Once more dissapointed but for different reasons off we went. I must pause here to remark on the complete absence
of my old pals, "the Little Sisters of the Coffee Cup" and their daughters; none of whom can speaka da English and wanted me to translate something and give them my Banking information. I must have missed the descent from on high of the Great Big Coffee Cup and their rapture at being taken away from this cruel world. .Sante to the lot of them anyway.
Off again we wandered until Stella spotted a store with a tiny sign thar said "soldes".In she charged scattering thin and wispy Parisiennes in front of her and mowing down an American
woman who stopped in front of her to chat on her cell phone.I think that she is still there somewhere in the concrete.Stella finally found some stuff and I,like the rest of the poor men found a wall on which to lean.Eventually, out she came with a big beam and saying "it was too big" which didn,t stop her from buying other stuff. Now ladies,which shop on The Champs would she choose. That's right ,Marks and Spencer. As she had already pillaged one in Ayr, Scotland and Maidstone England, why should France be any different?
Off once more we trudged and fell into Monoprix to buy sandwiches and drinks to sustain us in our trek to Concorde. I am sorry to say that my feet were killing me or in the vernacular,"my dogs were barking".Frequent rest stops later we reached the Tuilleries and had a wee baurlie(rest) at the pond. BTW the big fountain in Concorde wasn't working which was a shame as it is really spectacular when firing on all cylinders. Once more up we got ,and I felt like an extra in a French Foreign Legion movie. I could just hear Brian Donlevy yelling "march on mes enfants .March or die"So, on we marched to the Louvre, through the big gates at the back and onto the promised land of Rue St Honore. At last we reached our apartment and collapsed therein.
End of day 2 and if this darn machine doesn't change it's set up to a more civilised one it will sleep with the fishes.
We are off to St.Chapelle for a concert tonight so will have to leave you all on tenterhooks until later or even tomorrow which as we all remember will creep on at a petty pace but will get there as usual