Hey friends and family!
I love your notes, almost as good as email. To clarify, I wimped out and took the elevator in the UP direction. The top deck was closed (socked in by clouds) so we only made it to the 2nd level. It was totally familiar from our trip -- was it really 25 years ago!
And today, another bright day in Paris! The theme ingredient of the day was the metro, which I navigated with ease to find the matchless Sacre Coeur cathedral. Clear skies, I climbed the stairs (lots and lots of stairs) onto the dome itself, and snapped crazy pics of gargoyles and the skyline of the city.
I have moved from my tiny pension in the 15th district to a lovely spot right in the heart of the city. It's positively posh compared to my last place and I am feeling I was born to live in Paris. My room is on the 5th floor and overlooks the action below. I was really self conscious wearing my big mountain pack onto the Metro but I needent have bothered... at Opera station, a lady boarded my car and started singing. Loudly. Nobody gave me even a passing glance :-)
Well, I am off to explore my new neighborhood, so I bid you adieu! Nikole and Noah, give kisses to my precious Chat Noirs. I miss them so much -- you humans too :-)
Love you all!
Tory
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Fun Fotos - You look like you are having a blast. Sure wish I could be there to escort...Dad
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness Tory. You not only look spectacular in the photos, you really show that you have a photog's eye for composition and interesting looks. I love the picture of you on the steps--and the exotic snaps of the Eifel Tower. And no, I can't believe its been 25 years. They pass so quickly in retrospect but not so fast in the living of them. We had a beautiful day here in Colorado--we're thinking good thots to send some sunshine your way. I love your blog. It's almost like living vicariously through your adventures. Aunt Dee is clipping your blogs and reposting to Bop's blog, just to make it easier for her. Everyone if following every thing you post. Love Mother
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