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Tsk, Tsk, you naughty girls!!
We moved on from the lone oboe player and, at our second attempt, we got into Notre Dame. I'm not good at queueing in the heat so we passed the previous day but this time there were almost no queues so, straight in. Ah, it all came back to me, Esmerelda and Quasimodo, Walt Disney has a lot to answer for in my life! We decided to light a candle, as is our usual thing in Cathedrals, not that either of us are religious in any way, well, not in any normal way, we drink religiously but that is about it so, I lit the candle whilst OH paid and I added our candle to the stands with hundreds of others, burning away brightly. I stood back to admire my handiwork and realised what a slightly bizzare scene this was. The saint above the candle was Joan of Arc and the image of all those lit candles at her feet was rather disturbing considering how she met her grizzly end although her stone facsimile looked rather serene and at peace. It made me think back to when my sister died and my mother asked me if she, my sister, was to be buried or cremated. I said I was not positive but felt felt sure that she would be cremated, my mother thought about this for a moment then replied, Oh I am glad as she always loved the heat!" There really was no answer to that one! I also love the heat and presume I will also be cremated when my time comes but I hope that at least I do it in the same order as my sister,i.e. die first, and not like the poor unfortunate Joan of Arc.
My cousin and her husband have now gone back to do the Great Glen walk whilst we laze by their pool for the next 3 weeks, think we got the better end of that deal! As we are now on our own we are both looking forward to not eating a huge, but fabulous lunch every day. I know, I know, spoilt or what?
Ballerina x
We moved on from the lone oboe player and, at our second attempt, we got into Notre Dame. I'm not good at queueing in the heat so we passed the previous day but this time there were almost no queues so, straight in. Ah, it all came back to me, Esmerelda and Quasimodo, Walt Disney has a lot to answer for in my life! We decided to light a candle, as is our usual thing in Cathedrals, not that either of us are religious in any way, well, not in any normal way, we drink religiously but that is about it so, I lit the candle whilst OH paid and I added our candle to the stands with hundreds of others, burning away brightly. I stood back to admire my handiwork and realised what a slightly bizzare scene this was. The saint above the candle was Joan of Arc and the image of all those lit candles at her feet was rather disturbing considering how she met her grizzly end although her stone facsimile looked rather serene and at peace. It made me think back to when my sister died and my mother asked me if she, my sister, was to be buried or cremated. I said I was not positive but felt felt sure that she would be cremated, my mother thought about this for a moment then replied, Oh I am glad as she always loved the heat!" There really was no answer to that one! I also love the heat and presume I will also be cremated when my time comes but I hope that at least I do it in the same order as my sister,i.e. die first, and not like the poor unfortunate Joan of Arc.
My cousin and her husband have now gone back to do the Great Glen walk whilst we laze by their pool for the next 3 weeks, think we got the better end of that deal! As we are now on our own we are both looking forward to not eating a huge, but fabulous lunch every day. I know, I know, spoilt or what?
Ballerina x
LMAO you and janeg are really making me look forward to my turn next month!! Did you climb the stairs? I haven't done that and am planning to attempt to haul my still rather large arse up to see the gargoyles up close and personal.
You know I'll be thinking of you when I see that statue of Ms. d'Arc
You know I'll be thinking of you when I see that statue of Ms. d'Arc
Azureblue - which supermarket was it that you were whizzing in?
Hi Tracieknits,
I'm not good with heights as we once did that sort of thing at a church and I had visions of the fire fighters (not them again, I hear you say!)having to get me down on a cherry picker, so, for me, no. Gargoyles hold no fascination for me either as I wake up next to one every day, you know what they say, seen one, seen 'em all!
My aversion to heights also meant that we didn't get the lift at the Eiffel Tower either. I could've possibly been tempted to do that one but we decided against hanging around there due to the protest, flares, fires, shouting and general racket going on. Actually, it was the sight of the heavily tooled up police that convinced us to not hang around. I know they were probably not planning to shoot tourists but hey, you never know. For all I know they have a contest back at their station to see who can shoot the most tourists, oh, or is it the most travellers? Mmmmm
There are some things a man has to do and some things he has to do alone so, with that in mind, I hope the lone oboe player is still doing his thing down by the river when you pass.
Ballerina x
I'm not good with heights as we once did that sort of thing at a church and I had visions of the fire fighters (not them again, I hear you say!)having to get me down on a cherry picker, so, for me, no. Gargoyles hold no fascination for me either as I wake up next to one every day, you know what they say, seen one, seen 'em all!
My aversion to heights also meant that we didn't get the lift at the Eiffel Tower either. I could've possibly been tempted to do that one but we decided against hanging around there due to the protest, flares, fires, shouting and general racket going on. Actually, it was the sight of the heavily tooled up police that convinced us to not hang around. I know they were probably not planning to shoot tourists but hey, you never know. For all I know they have a contest back at their station to see who can shoot the most tourists, oh, or is it the most travellers? Mmmmm
There are some things a man has to do and some things he has to do alone so, with that in mind, I hope the lone oboe player is still doing his thing down by the river when you pass.
Ballerina x
Did I mention we're off to France this week?
No?
Well, we are....looking forward to all those stupormarkets!
Hope you're enjoying your holibobs, Ballerina!
No?
Well, we are....looking forward to all those stupormarkets!
Hope you're enjoying your holibobs, Ballerina!
Hi Pennyforthem,
Come on in, the water is lovely!! We are now on our own and it very quiet, I keep losing hubs and have to go on an expedition to find him, he usually turns up in the basement, or as they say here, le vin cave, mmmmm!
I refuse to use the weighing scales here but I have got my inch tape with me so waist measurements are still on le agenda. I did not pack the afrementioned tape for this purpose as there is always one in my cabin bag. I know what you are all thinking, why do you take an inch tape on holiday with you? Well, the thing is, my cabin bag is slightly smaller than the published maximum size for airline cabin bags, so far so good, but sometimes when you get to the boarding gate some little uniformed oik approaches you with a baggage thing and asks you to but your bag into it.Now, here is the sneaky bit, your bag will never fit, they charge you £60 and throw it in the hold, never to be seen again, and off you go never understanding how you just got mugged. You got mugged because those little things are always smaller than the one you put your bag into in the departure hall, lulling you into a false sense of security. The worst bit is that the uniformed little oiks are paid a commision for this very public mugging service. THAT is why I carry my trusty inch tape with me, I just whip it out, measuremy bag before their unbelieving eyes, quote from their own hymn sheeet, aka boarding pass, and watch them walk off into the distance crying over their lost commision, viola! One British airline got fined for this very practice, so, BEWARE!
Anyway, neither my cabin bag nor my waist have got bigger since we left home so all is well in paradise,
Hubs has just appeared from le vin cave with something appealing in his hand for me, a LARGE glass of chilled rose, cheers,
Ballerina x
Come on in, the water is lovely!! We are now on our own and it very quiet, I keep losing hubs and have to go on an expedition to find him, he usually turns up in the basement, or as they say here, le vin cave, mmmmm!
I refuse to use the weighing scales here but I have got my inch tape with me so waist measurements are still on le agenda. I did not pack the afrementioned tape for this purpose as there is always one in my cabin bag. I know what you are all thinking, why do you take an inch tape on holiday with you? Well, the thing is, my cabin bag is slightly smaller than the published maximum size for airline cabin bags, so far so good, but sometimes when you get to the boarding gate some little uniformed oik approaches you with a baggage thing and asks you to but your bag into it.Now, here is the sneaky bit, your bag will never fit, they charge you £60 and throw it in the hold, never to be seen again, and off you go never understanding how you just got mugged. You got mugged because those little things are always smaller than the one you put your bag into in the departure hall, lulling you into a false sense of security. The worst bit is that the uniformed little oiks are paid a commision for this very public mugging service. THAT is why I carry my trusty inch tape with me, I just whip it out, measuremy bag before their unbelieving eyes, quote from their own hymn sheeet, aka boarding pass, and watch them walk off into the distance crying over their lost commision, viola! One British airline got fined for this very practice, so, BEWARE!
Anyway, neither my cabin bag nor my waist have got bigger since we left home so all is well in paradise,
Hubs has just appeared from le vin cave with something appealing in his hand for me, a LARGE glass of chilled rose, cheers,
Ballerina x
packs tape measure into hand luggage What bampots!
Beloved went for a wee tour to Montmatre last night and had the audacity to text me saying it was sunny and warm and that they were sitting outside avec le vin enjoying people watching. Harumph.
Well not too long before I get there. I might be cherry picker driving so if you get stuck Ballerina just give me a shout! En Francais of course!
Beloved went for a wee tour to Montmatre last night and had the audacity to text me saying it was sunny and warm and that they were sitting outside avec le vin enjoying people watching. Harumph.
Well not too long before I get there. I might be cherry picker driving so if you get stuck Ballerina just give me a shout! En Francais of course!
Ballerina wrote: I hope that at least I do it in the same order as my sister,i.e. die first, and not like the poor unfortunate Joan of Arc.
Ballerina x
In that case, if you hear voices, make sure to not tell anybody!!!
LMAO!
I'm not terribly fond of heights, but I am a glutton for punishment, so I end up in ridiculously high places anyway. Good thing American doctors are happy to prescribe xanax >.< Last year it was dinner on the Eiffel Tower. This year, I'm going up Notre Dame and planning on breakfast on top of Montparnasse Tower. Oh and darling son wants to explore the catacombs. Because simply going down into the metro isn't creepy enough. We need to add corpses!
I'll be hauling my rather large arse onto a bike seat for a tour of the Marne river, and wondering if I've lost my mind. Between trying to balance two hams on a bike seat and telling my absent minded 12 year old he has to cycle through the streets of Paris, I'm starting to doubt my own judgement. We have to bring our bikes from the rental store, down through the bowels of Chatelet Les Halles and onto a train. Perhaps forfeiting our tour deposit wouldn't be so bad after all...
JaneG, for how long will you have that cherry picker in Paris?
I'm not terribly fond of heights, but I am a glutton for punishment, so I end up in ridiculously high places anyway. Good thing American doctors are happy to prescribe xanax >.< Last year it was dinner on the Eiffel Tower. This year, I'm going up Notre Dame and planning on breakfast on top of Montparnasse Tower. Oh and darling son wants to explore the catacombs. Because simply going down into the metro isn't creepy enough. We need to add corpses!
I'll be hauling my rather large arse onto a bike seat for a tour of the Marne river, and wondering if I've lost my mind. Between trying to balance two hams on a bike seat and telling my absent minded 12 year old he has to cycle through the streets of Paris, I'm starting to doubt my own judgement. We have to bring our bikes from the rental store, down through the bowels of Chatelet Les Halles and onto a train. Perhaps forfeiting our tour deposit wouldn't be so bad after all...
JaneG, for how long will you have that cherry picker in Paris?
Things to do in Paris - if you haven't tried it already the Segway tour is great fun, doesn't use as many calories as cycling though
Things to do in Paris: don't hear voices and get burnt.
Good Point TML !
TML dearest,
Those were things NOT to do in Paris! Tsk Tsk!
Ballerina x
Those were things NOT to do in Paris! Tsk Tsk!
Ballerina x
Tracieknits wrote: LMAO!
I'm not terribly fond of heights, but I am a glutton for punishment, so I end up in ridiculously high places anyway. Good thing American doctors are happy to prescribe xanax >.< Last year it was dinner on the Eiffel Tower. This year, I'm going up Notre Dame and planning on breakfast on top of Montparnasse Tower. Oh and darling son wants to explore the catacombs. Because simply going down into the metro isn't creepy enough. We need to add corpses!
I'll be hauling my rather large arse onto a bike seat for a tour of the Marne river, and wondering if I've lost my mind. Between trying to balance two hams on a bike seat and telling my absent minded 12 year old he has to cycle through the streets of Paris, I'm starting to doubt my own judgement. We have to bring our bikes from the rental store, down through the bowels of Chatelet Les Halles and onto a train. Perhaps forfeiting our tour deposit wouldn't be so bad after all...
Is this a holiday or some sort of punishment? Do you get to do anything NICE?
Don't forget the Chamois butter
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