Post by georgeleitch on Apr 6, 2012 8:58:21 GMT -5
Hi Guys,
On the Sunday we were up with that darn lark again, scoffed our different paines and sallied forth to the Bastille market. We like the market as it is always full of "characters". It is also full of old women trailing wee dogs behind them whose leads keep getting in folks way, tripping up old guys like me and then feeling aggrieved when they get sworn at.Not by me of course. We wandered around and bought a few things like a wee device for ladies to use when hanging their purse/handbag at the table.What will the scientists think of next I ask.
At the lower end of the market, we walked along a side street and came to one of our favourite Patisseries. I don't know its name and it never appears in any of the guide books but it is really good. I had a Paris-Brest and Stella a sort of Chantilly cream concoction.We strolled down to the Bastille,sat on a bench and watched the world go by while eating our cakes.The local Hells Angels seemed to be lunching here as well in the Indiana Bar
but as they didn't bother us we didn't bother them.Lucky for them I say.
We headed home after all this excitement as we were going to the Moulin Rouge that evening.People had told us not to buy the meal deal so we didn't and supped on half a baguette and cheese before we went.
What can I say about the Moulin Rouge that hasn't been said by better wordsmiths than I. Nothing really so I won't bother except to say that it was spectacular and a once in a lifetime experience. Was it worth the money? Stella says yes but I have reservations. For the price, I expected one of the girls as well but as that wasn't forthcoming I felt the show overpriced and the cost of souvenirs was extortionate.$50 for one red tassel? I ask you: not even a pair. Ridiculous.
Back home and so to bed.
On the Sunday we were up with that darn lark again, scoffed our different paines and sallied forth to the Bastille market. We like the market as it is always full of "characters". It is also full of old women trailing wee dogs behind them whose leads keep getting in folks way, tripping up old guys like me and then feeling aggrieved when they get sworn at.Not by me of course. We wandered around and bought a few things like a wee device for ladies to use when hanging their purse/handbag at the table.What will the scientists think of next I ask.
At the lower end of the market, we walked along a side street and came to one of our favourite Patisseries. I don't know its name and it never appears in any of the guide books but it is really good. I had a Paris-Brest and Stella a sort of Chantilly cream concoction.We strolled down to the Bastille,sat on a bench and watched the world go by while eating our cakes.The local Hells Angels seemed to be lunching here as well in the Indiana Bar
but as they didn't bother us we didn't bother them.Lucky for them I say.
We headed home after all this excitement as we were going to the Moulin Rouge that evening.People had told us not to buy the meal deal so we didn't and supped on half a baguette and cheese before we went.
What can I say about the Moulin Rouge that hasn't been said by better wordsmiths than I. Nothing really so I won't bother except to say that it was spectacular and a once in a lifetime experience. Was it worth the money? Stella says yes but I have reservations. For the price, I expected one of the girls as well but as that wasn't forthcoming I felt the show overpriced and the cost of souvenirs was extortionate.$50 for one red tassel? I ask you: not even a pair. Ridiculous.
Back home and so to bed.
Let the riot begin! LOL - 
hahahha