Cuba

I just convinced myself that, rather than spend the next hour knitting furiously in a futile attempt to finish a sock by 11 PM EST in order to qualify for the February Solid Sock drawing, I ought to take a moment to tell y'all about our trip to Cuba. Personal growth, people. You read about it here first.


So! Cuba. If you'd told me we would be taking a family trip to Cuba 6 weeks ago, I would have thought you were completely off your rocker. I just started a new job, finances are tight, and well... Phil always had a *thing* against going to Cuba. He considered it to be... tacky.


Be that as it may, turns out all it took to change his mind was his daughter saying Pretty Please whilst batting her extra long eyelashes, and the tickets were as good as booked. And once my Super-Duper New Boss Extraordinaire ^TM gave me the time off, well... we were on our way.


It had been a while since I'd escaped the winter like that, and Oh My... was it ever lovely. A beautiful beach, warm sand between your toes, cool water on your skin. *Heaven*


Really though, there isn't much to tell. We didn't really do much, you know? Our toughest decisions were about whether we should go to the pool or the beach first. We built sand castles, collected sea shells, read books...


Oh, and I managed to fit in some knitting too :)


Happy Knitting, Everyone!

Constantly in motion

It's 2:00 PM on Saturday, July 10th, and I'm sitting on a train bound for Toronto, which might not be as cool as a midnight train to Georgia, but is still pretty frickin' neat. I'm blogging from a train!!! My inner geek finds this to be incredibly satisfying.

I had a very knitty post planned for today, but of course, I forgot my camera, and while I may be psyched at the prospect of blogging from a moving train, turns out I'm not psyched enough to use the laptop's Webcam to take pictures of my knitting in front of my fellow passengers. I've already been the object of more than a few curious glances (or unabashed stares), friendly remarks and - yes - un-sollicited conversations...

[About that - why is it that people feel they can just talk to knitters, anyway? Why do the rules of society: avoid eye contact, respect personal space, and above al else - pretense, pretense, pretense - why do these things seem to just vanish like cashmere at a fiber festival when we have pointy sticks and some string in our hands?]

So why am I on a train? (I'm on a train! I'm on a train!) I was supposed to be running a race in Toronto tomorrow morning, but I'm sadly un-prepared for it (that might have something to do with the fact that I haven't been... you know.... running?). However, the train tickets were non-refundable and non-exchangeable ('natch), so I'm taking a quick trip to visit my Dad and step-mum Margot in what will soon be their old house (they're moving closer to us! Yay!).

So far I've finished a pair of socks, and have knit one pattern repeat on my newly cast-on lace shawl. Dudes, trains really are the more civilized way to travel.

Happy Knitting Everyone!

A day of serendipity, part 2

Picking up where I last left off, after watching the sunrise and having breakfast with our friends (who were somewhat perplexed to see us, heh), it was time to head to the airport (again). We weren't very optimistic about our chances of making our connecting flight (remember, we had a 50 minute window to: disembark, collect our luggage, go through customs, re-check our luggage, go through security, and haul major arse to our gate), but we figured Chicago was closer to home than Cabo...

The airline had thoughtfully seated us at the front of the aircraft, the idea being that we would then be able to disembark a little faster (and every minute counts!). When we got on the plane, we saw that the flight wasn't full, and that there were two empty seats right at the bulkhead. It didn't take long for us to stake our claim, let me tell you!

Once we were good and settled and we had taken off, I pulled out my knitting (of course). I was knitting along, quite happily I might add (sandy beaches - to say nothing of muy margaritas! - aren't very conducive to knitting...), when one of the flight attendants comes up to me and starts oooh-ing and aaah-ing over my knitting. I smile, thank her for the compliment, and keep on knitting. Then she tells me she just learned to knit a few days ago, and could she get a few pointers from me? "Um... sure! I'd love to help!" I say.

Every so often she'd walk by and ask me something about what I was doing, how I was holding my yarn (I knit English style, and evidently she had been taught with the Continental technique). This went on for about an hour, and when she finally had a minute, this is what we saw:

This woman was interested in learning to KNIT, I tell you, and she was not going to let some minor detail like being 32,000 feet in the air (not to mention that I was a complete stranger!) get in her way!

Now - and I feel terrible for saying this, because I gave her the link to my blog, and I hope to heck she's reading - she was falling into the trap that all newbie knitters fall for. She was using a novelty, bumpy acrylic with big-ass needles that made it really difficult to work the stitches; she was planning to knit this stuff into a SHAWL, and she was planning to trim this shawl in - WAIT FOR IT - EYELASH YARN.

I Just. About. Lost. It.

"Nooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!" I wanted to shout at her. "Stay AWAY from crappy acrylic and for God's SAKE woman, put the eyelash and fun fur DOWN!" But then I thought "Who the heck am I to judge? Maybe she's allergic to wool? Maybe she can't afford to knit with anything else? Maybe she doesn't want to invest in something she's not sure she's going to enjoy?" Even so - if I'd had any spare merino in my bag (that's what I get for packing sensibly for the first time in my life), I would have given it to her in a heartbeat. And a copy of the Harlot's The Secret Life of a Knitter as well.

Well, I didn't have any of that, so I gave it a look, showed her both techniques, and tried to help her figure this whole "making fabric out of string" thing out.

She had mentioned before we got started that her knitting was so horrendous, I'd need a glass of wine. I just laughed it off and told her I was sure it wasn't THAT bad, but maybe she ought to hold off on the wine until AFTER the lesson... Sure enough, once she had packed up her knitting...

I gots me my wine :)

It never ceases to amaze me where knitters (or newbie knitters!) will pop up. I never got your name, lovely lady, but if you're reading this, I hope you stick with it. There are plenty of knitters in the sky to give you pointers along the way :)

Happy Knitting Everyone!

ps: Oh, in case you were wondering: we made our connecting flight with time to spare. I've never run through an airport so fast in my entire LIFE! We got home late, but we collected the kids and were glad to have the entire family at home.

A day of serendipity, part 1

Well, we're back in our casa sweet casa. Getting here didn't go quite as we had planned, of course, but that's what you get for having a 6-day getaway without the kids, right? You've got to pay for it at some point, heh.

Our original travel arrangements had us flying out of Cabo on a 7:30 AM flight to Houston, then catching an afternoon flight to Montreal after a cushy 3 hour layover. However, a little dude with a bug up his arse had other ideas. His name is Alex, maybe you've heard of him?

Diligent, prepared, seasoned travelers that we are, we arrived at the airport at 5 AM, only to find out our flight had been canceled (something about Houston airport being completely flooded... wimps!). Luckily, they were able to put us on a flight to Chicago at 1 PM, but the catch was that we would only have a 50 minute window to: get off the plane, pick up our luggage, go through customs, re-check in our luggage, then find our gate.

Yeah....

Well, what the heck, right? We confirmed the new travel arrangements, then caught a taxi back to our hotel... We did NOT want to spend 7 hours in the airport! We begged them to give us our room key back (check-out wasn't until noon, after all), made ourselves a cup of coffee, and headed down to the beach to watch the sun rise. And dudes.... it was worth it.


I don't know about you, but I rarely get to watch the sun rise over the crashing waves of the sea of Cortez... I'm glad for the opportunity (even if I DID have to wake up at 4:35 AM....)

This isn't the end of the story, the day had a few more surprises up it's sleeve... But it's late, I'm beat, and I need the blog fodder, heh.

Happy Knitting Everyone!

Olà!

Since apparently I can't be bothered to blog about knitting (insert sheepish grin here), how 'bout we talk about traveling?


Greetings from sunny, beautiful (and friggin' HOT) Mexico!!! Phil and I are in Cabo San Lucas for a kite festival, and while he's been flying kites, I've been focusing on getting some sun whilst looking fabulous, sipping the occasional margarita.... and EATING!



We arrived here on Tuesday afternoon, and have been having a lovely time with Phil's kiting friends. The weather is magnificent, the ocean is lovely if somewhat foreboding (can you say strong undertow???) and the food is wonderful. Ahh..... all-inclusive resorts, where have you been all my life?



We fly back to reality tomorrow. See you soon!

What Sun?

Hello! My goodness, it's nice to have the condo to myself for a few minutes! I can finally sit down to blog! Yay!

Not that there's much to tell, I'm afraid. The weather has been bloody awful the past 2 days, complete with storms and friggin' TORNADOES touching down all around us last night. But the Spring breakers, God bless their silly little heart, were still outside in their bikinis. They were in Florida, darn it, and they were going to effin' FROLIC!

We arrived safe and sound on Wednesday afternoon and, after some initial false starts, finally found our way to the condo our friends have rented in Fort Walton Beach. It's right on the beach, really quite lovely. Or rather it WOULD have been, if it weren't so cold and rainy. I thought Florida was supposed to be sunny???

Of course, as soon as our bags were in the room, Phil wasted no time in getting to the beach and trying to get a kite up in the air.

He wasn't very successful, I'm afraid. The wind, which had been fairly steady when we arrived, naturally died the second the kite was out of the bag.

That night we went out to dinner with our friends at a local seafood joint, AJ's Seafood and Oyster Bar. Mmmmmm, seafood.

As I mentioned, yesterday's weather was just plain miserable. So the boys went to a kite store in Pensacola, and Karen and I went to have manicures and pedicures at a local spa. Well WHAT? We had to do something, right???

We met up with the boys for lunch at a local BBQ place, and then Phil and I did some shopping. We went to Target to pick up a few necessities, and then to a huge antiques store to look around.

Then last night Barry and Karen took us all to a very nice steak house (they're from Texas, y'all understand the allure of the steak, right?), and we stuffed ourselves to the gills.

And today it's finally sunny! So off I go to don my brand new bikini and soak up the sun. Although, all the eating I've been doing lately, I'm starting to rethink the whole "bikini" thing. Oh well!

Oh! Before I forget, I'm happy to report the the stole was a big hit with Karen. She wore it that very night, and it looked beautiful on her. I'm so glad!!!


Happy Knitting Everyone!

Because I Love You

I'm skipping my workout today because I really wanted to get a post out today, and I know for a fact that Phil will frown upon my blogging tonight when there are travel preparations to be made. We leave for Florida in the wee small hours of the morning tomorrow (or is it tonight?), and I've yet to pack, pluck or panic.

Rest assured, I HAVE given some thought to what knitting I want to bring with me (after all, a girl's got to have priorities, right?).

Naturally, I'll be bringing my current sock project, Fratello. As of this morning's session, I've turned the heel and have worked about 2/3 of the way up the leg on the first sock. No recent pictures of course (I really should have a camera with me at all times), but trust me when I say it's looking wonderful. A real beaut.

But that can't be ALL I bring with me, right? Yes, I'm fully aware of the fact that as a rule, I always overpack and greatly over-estimate the amount of actual knitting time I'll get when we travel. I think it's the fact that we're travelling sans kids. It just opens up SO. MUCH. Free time, you know?

So I need another project. And since I finished my Clapotis on Sunday night (but it's not blocked yet), I can cast on for something shiny and new.

I know what you're thinking. Colette, right? Well, that's what I was leaning towards too, but after swatching last week I realized that, much to my chagrin, I don't have the appropriate needle size in my Giant Bag O'Needles. I need a 4.25 mm, 60 cm circular, and all I've got is a 91 cm, which is too effin' long. Drat! Foiled again!

So what? I went over my Ravelry queue, and a few projects popped up and said "Howdy! Pick me! Pick me!".

First among the potentials is the BYOB pattern from the Summer 2008 Knitty (also available as a free Ravelry download). I really like this pattern, it says "beach bag" to me, and I've got some leftover CotLin from Émilie's Good Stripe Dress I can use. Yes, CotLin is a DK weight and not an aran like the pattern calls for, but it's a BAG. I'm thinking fit won't really be an issue.

Another pattern that jumped out at me is the Very Berry T-Shirt, originally published in the now defunct MagKnits and also available as a free Ravelry download. I've got some Katia Jamaica cotton in the stash that I could use for this project, a few people have used the same yarn and I liked the results alot.

The third potential project, Inga's Haekelbeutel bag, is another foray into crochet, using the same yarn. I haven't done anything in crochet in a while, so I think it'd be fun. But I also don't relish the idea of assembling all those squares together...

So what do you think? Best be on the safe side and pack for all 3, right? Plus maybe an extra sock project, just in case.... That's what I thought.

Happy Knitting Everyone! The next post will be from sunny Florida.

Better Late

My apologies to everyone who has been waiting for my final post on our trip to Paris. Friday was a really busy day (as you'll see shortly), and yesterday was spent traveling back to Montreal and hugging the kids and my parents upon our arrival. But now the kids are both in bed (with colds), Phil went out on some pinball related business of some kind, and it's just me and the big computer. So let's get to it, shall we?

Thursday night Phil and I decided to head out to Montmartre together to climb the hill and visit the Basilique du Sacré-Coeur. It never ceases to amaze me how things are in such proximity to one another in Europe. For instance, Montmartre is a quaint little area, with lovely shops and side streets winding up and down the hill. On top of the hill you have this:

And at the bottom of the hill, a mere 5 blocks away, you have this!

The Moulin Rouge! I would really loved to have seen a show there... *Sigh* The restaurant that was mentioned in my guide book turned out not to exist anymore (note to self: next time dole out the 25$ and buy a guide book that wasn't published in 2000), so we walked around for a while and finally settled on a little bistro with mediterranean influences, Le Restaurant, where I had the only bad meal of the trip and Phil and I watched the worst waiters in the history of the profession muck about, which almost made up for the bad food.

The plan for Friday was to see the Basilique Saint-Denis, the traditional place of internment for the kings of France (think Westminster Abbey) and, if I had time, I really wanted to see the catacombs as well (yes, I know they're not in the same parts of the city - what's your point?).

Now, the Basilique is in a really bad part of Paris (technically not even in Paris). For instance, I arrived about 15 minutes before the church opened, and decided to stop for a quick coffee at a brasserie across the square, and there were people at the bar having a beer. At 9:45 AM. Yikes!

But dudes, seriously? It was worth it.

Now, what you need to remember about me here is that, before becoming a librarian/knit-blogger, I was a history major in university. This place is the epitomy of history, y'all. Over 1500 years' worth, to be precise (it's reputed to have been built on the tomb of Saint-Denis, the first bishop of Paris who was martyred around the year 250). Over 70 monarchs and their families have their final resting place here, including Dagobert, Henri IV, Louis X (from Les Rois Maudits), Henri II and Catherine de Medici, as well as Marie-Antoinette and Louis-XVI. I must have taken 100 pictures in there, I was so awed. It was like time seemed somehow heavier in there, you know?

Honestly, this was probably my favourite excursion of the trip.

So, keeping up with that day's theme (my original title for Friday's post was going to be He's Dead, Jim), I took the metro towards the 20th arrondissement, bound for the Catacombs of Paris. Since it was lunch time, I stopped at a little patisserie for a sandwich and an éclair (it had chocolate custard - I nearly cried), and then made my way to the ossuary.

Now, the catacombs are a huge maze of tunnels about 90 feet below street level, so definitely not for the claustrophobic of the faint of heart. The remains of about six million Parisians are laid there, prince and pauper alike. 30 metre deep crypts succeed one another in a seemingly never-ending procession, and while I was walking around, it suddenly hit me: six million. The amount of Jews killed during WWII. Trust me when I tell you that six million people is a LOT of people, and I was chilled at the horrible efficiency it took to wipe that many people off the face of the earth in a six year period. Truly, I never understood the magnitude of that number until I walked among the earthly remains of six million souls, and for that, I'm very grateful.

Naturally, after this visit, I needed a little pick me up. I hadn't really planned anything else for that day, but it was only around 1:30 in the afternoon when I emerged from the depths, and I didn't quite know what to do. It was only when I was scoping out the route back to the hotel along the metro that I noticed that the Opéra Garnier, Paris' most famous opera house, was on the way.Opulent isn't a strong enough word to describe this place. Again, these French just don't do anything half-assed! And this was just the lobby! I walked around for quite a while, just taking it all in. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to visit the music hall itself because...

There was a rehearsal going on. Maybe next time!

Across the street from the Opéra are the Galeries Lafayette, a very posh department store. I wandered around in there for a while, a bit dazzled at being in such close proximity to so many designer names (I think I found shoe heaven), and I even made a purchase, in the Mode Séduction department (that'd be the lingerie floor)...

See, that night Phil and I had our Bateau Mouche dinner cruise along the Seine, to celebrate our 15-year anniversary. It was quite nice, but in retrospect probably not as romantic as we thought it would be. First, the food wasn't that great. Second, we couldn't really see the monuments because we were inside, and even though the dining area is encased in glass, you can still only see the bottom of any given building. And third? Well... Tara drank a LOT of wine and was sick as the proverbial dog on her return home (as she was 15 years ago, funnily enough)... Insert sheepish grin here.

So that was my trip to Paris! I managed to see almost everything I wanted to, I had great food, great wine, quality alone time (something no mother of small children takes for granted) and time alone with my husband. But I was glad to be home last night. I missed my kids, I missed my family and my little life.

We'll be returning to our regular knit-related blogging this week. Yes, there WAS knitting during this trip, and I've got a few things to show you. Until then, I hope you enjoyed reading about our trip as much as I enjoyed writing about it.

Happy Knitting Everyone!

Rainy day in Paris

Good afternoon everyone! Or morning! Whatever! :)

I know you're all anxious to know how Phil's feeling. Well, last night he was a little better, but not well enough to really stray too far from the Hotel. So I did some Googling and found a restaurant in the 17e arrondissement, a mere 4 metro stops away from where we're staying. Now, as it turns out, the restaurant I had found was no longer there, but we found a wonderful Wine Bar/restaurant on our own called Le P'tit Canon which was absolutely wonderful. Too bad Phil wasn't feeling top form though, because we could have done some damage (no cheese plate for us last night!). Oh well...

Today was a rainy day in Paris, so rather than go to Montmartre, as I had originally planned, I decided to go to the Musée d'Orsay instead, which houses an impressive collection of impressionist paintings and art.

Monet, Degas, Cézanne, Van Gogh... they were all there. A very impressive collection, housed within a unique building (it's an old train station). Really quite spectacular, actually. I was quite impressed with the Salle des Fêtes, for instance.

I tell ya, these French don't do anything half-assed, do they?

I took my time, but was still done visiting the exhibitions and permanent collection by 12:30 today. I didn't really have anything specific planned for the day, so I decided to just wander around a bit (the rain had stopped by now) and see where the day would take me.

I crossed the Seine and wandered over to the Jardin des Tuileries, in front of the Louvre.


And that's when I remembered that I wasn't too far off from another legendary establishment that I had promised myself I would visit. Yes folks, it's the moment you've all been waiting for. I'm talking about...


La Droguerie! It's a really special, quaint little shop just across the rue du Jour from the Église Saint-Eustache. It's not a yarn store in the strictest sense, more of a craft store. You can buy yarn as well as ribbon, beads and buttons.

Now, I don't want you to be disappointed, but I didn't buy anything (!). First off, I've got enough yarn to last me until judgment day, so if I'm going to be paying Euro prices it's going to be for something unique and spectacular, you know? What I might have been interested in were the buttons, but there was already a very long line-up at the button counter, and I just didn't feel like waiting in line for 20 minutes if I didn't specifically know what I wanted, which I didn't.

So I made my way back towards the Louvre and had a delicious late lunch of Moules marinières with frites and a glass of beer. OK, this will only mean something to the francophone Quebeckers who are reading this, but I just about laughed out loud when I saw that they actually had Blanche de Bruges beer on the menu, just like in Cruising Bar!

OK folks, that's it for today. Tomorrow is my last day in Paris, and we're heading home on Saturday. I'm going to try to convince Phil to see the Eiffel Tower tonight, and tomorrow I'll either be visiting the Basilique Saint-Denis or Montmartre and the Basilique du Sacré-Coeur.

Happy Knitting Everyone!

Ouchies

It's 4:42PM local time in Paris, and I'm sitting here with a glass of wine (notice a trend here?) and very, very sore feet. Yes, gentle reader, I visited the Louvre museum today.

But let's backtrack a bit to last night. I failed to deliver a suitable restaurant (in my defense, Phil arrived home earlier than I had anticipated), so Phil suggested we go to a restaurant he had been to with his boss when he was here in November, restaurant Chez Astier, in the 3e arrondissement of Paris.

Now, something you should know about this restaurant: it's renowned for it's cheese plate.

That is a LOT of cheese. The meal itself had copious amounts of food, and then they bring THIS out??? Phil and I did our best to sample them all between the two of us, including one that looked (and smelled!) like Jabba the Hutt's turd or something... I wasn't game, but Phil gave it a go... and had a hard time keeping down. I swear, this man will eat almost anything, and this stuff had him groping for the bread and water, STAT! Too funny...

Unfortunately, it seems the meal didn't agree with him after all, because his stomach was really quite upset this morning. All together now! Aaaaaaw...

Anyway, the plan for today was to visit the Louvre, and then to head over to La Droguerie, the famous yarn shop not too far away. Well.... I made it to the Louvre, anyway!

As I had done at Versailles, I rented an audio-guide, something I highly recommend if you're on your own in any museum and really want to take your time. I saw the Venus de Milo...

...as well as the Mona Lisa (I didn't bother to take a picture... oops!), the Radeau de Méduse and the Victoire de Samothrace. I visited the quaint apartments of Napoléon III (dudes!).

And I called it a day at the Cour de Marly, where a great many lovely French sculptures are exposed.
By this time it was 3:00PM, I was exhausted, and my feet were killing me (I foolishly opted for the sexy red pumps - I'm trying to compete with the loveliness of the French! - in lieu of the sensible if homely loafers), and there was no way in H-E-double hockey sticks I was going anywhere except back to the hotel. So no Droguerie for me today! Maybe tomorrow or Friday? We'll see... But really, Paris is more important than yarn, right?

Right???

All right, that's it for today, folks. Phil is home early and his tummy is still feeling a little wonky, so we're going to walk over to the Arc de Triomphe and have a light dinner of steak entrecôte et frites tonight.

Happy Knitting, everyone!

Are we there yet?

Last night Phil and I had the first part of our 15 year anniversary celebration (the second, for real celebration will be on Friday night) at a restaurant near the Champs Élysées and Georges V avenues, called the Fermette de Marbeuf. It was excellent, a lovely setting and a wonderful meal (I had canard à l'orange, Philippe had tartar de something or other). Anyway, after the meal I had it in my head that we would see the Grande Roue de Paris, which is set up on the place de la Concorde until January 20th.

For those of you who've never been to Paris, I'll let you in on a little secret: the Place de la Concorde is NOWHERE NEAR Georges V avenue (boulevard, whatever...). We walked and walked, and walked some more, and at one point Phil stopped and asked me, in absolute and total Québécois fashion: "Are we fuckin' there yet, câlisse???", and I Just. About. Peed. Myself. That might have had something to do with the half bottle of Saint-Émilion (not to mention the glass of champagne I had as an appéritif) I was forced to drink all by my lonesome...

Anyway, we finally made it to the Grande Roue, it was closed, and we took this picture.

On the agenda for today were Versailles and the Petit Trianon.

Geez, what can I say about Versailles? Well, it's friggin' huge, for one. You read 580m wide, and it just doesn't register. Then you see it, and you think "Holy Crap! No WONDER the people revolted!" The resources that building and maintaining such a structure must have required frankly boggle the mind.

As a former History buff, of course I was really looking forward to seeing the Hall of Mirrors, and I wasn't disappointed. No picture (and especially no picture with a bunch of tourists in it) can do it justice, but here you go nonetheless ;)

I took my time in the Château, I had rented an audio-guide and I listened to the commentary for each room. It's amazing to me that most of the Château is still off limits due to the fact that it was complely sacked during the Revolution, and yet it's STILL so magnificent. And the grounds! OK, I probably would have enjoyed them more had I been here in the Spring or Summer, but still... There was simply no end to them.

From Versailles I walked to the Domaine de Marie-Antoinette, also known as the Petit Trianon. I visited the, what, cottage? And then walked around the grounds towards the Hameau, the quaint little village the queen had built for her own personal enjoyment. Of course, the entrance to the Hameau was closed during the high season, so I had to walk all the way around again and gain entrance to the grounds of the Petit Trianon through the house. Aaargh! Oh well, I've got to burn off all these croissants and pains au chocolat somehow, right?

This is the Belvédère, a small music hall on the grounds of the Petit Trianon. There's also a lover's temple and an orangerie, as well as the afore-mentioned hameau.


The Hameau feels like some place outside reality, where you expect some large-bosomed peasant woman to come out of a house bearing pints of mead and freshly baked pie, with little rosy-cheeked children running about with flowers in their hair or something. Pleasant? Yes. Real? Absolutely not. Nobody lives like that, not now, and certainly not THEN.

Know what else there was on the grounds? A farm! With sheep! I showed them my sock in progress, but as seems to be typical of the French, they were unimpressed...

And that's it, people! At this point I was frozen solid, and decided it was high time I head home. I stopped by a Nicolas wine store on the way and have been enjoying my Château Coutelin-Merville Saint-Estèphe (thanks for the recommendation, Sandra!) while blogging this evening. But now I'Ve got to go. Phil's waiting for me to select a restaurant for tonight (my only job and the whole reason he brought me, according to him). Tomorrow is Louvre day!

Happy Knitting Everyone!

It's Closed on Mondays

Good afternoon! Or morning! Whatever!

I know, 2 posts in one day, shocking. But it's actually afternoon here in Paris, and it's raining. Since Phil's working, I thought I'd write up today's post while I wait for him to get home. Aaaaaaw...

So! The plan for today was as follows: visit the Eiffel Tower, the Hôtel des Invalides and the Musée d'Orsay. Things didn't quite turn out that way, but never fear, I managed to have a good time ;)
I made my way to the Tour Eiffel this morning without incident, and was debating whether to climb all 1770 steps to the top myself or whether to take the elevator, when I realized that my Museum Pass doesn't cover the Eiffel tower. Since Phil and I had been planning on going back some evening this week (there's a light show every hour, on the hour) and we can climb it at night as well, I figured why pay the entry fee twice? So I walked along the Champ the Mars, and tried to be as quiet as possible because the grass was sleeping.

There were pick-pockets aplenty in the area (I was accosted my someone "finding my ring on the ground" twice!) as I made my way towards the Hôtel des Invalides, which houses a great Army Museum as well as Napoleon Bonaparte's modest tomb.

I started out by visiting the armories and weapons exposition, where I was hit upon (quite boldly, I might add) by a 27 year-old Senegalese security guard named Seck Seydou. What can I say? I've still got it... Seriously, the man followed me around, telling me how beautiful I was, begging me for a "rendez-vous" (he kept conveniently forgetting I was married)... When I left he kissed me on both cheeks, and for a minute there I thought he was going to plant one right on the mouth!

Anyway, after THAT experience, I high-tailed it out of there and made my way to the Chapelle Saint-Louis.

And from there to Napoleon's tomb. Can I just say? The man had issues, y'all.

I tell you, when you see this thing, suddenly the expression "complexe de Napoléon" takes on a whole new meaning...Anyway, the plan was to go to the Musée d'Orsay after the Hôtel des Invalides, but as I found out today, it's closed on Mondays! Crap...

So I wandered around a bit, I walked down the boulevard Saint-Germain, I had a ham and cheese crêpe from a street vendor (Mmmmmm....). I visited the Église Saint-Sulpice and listened to some people warming up for a concert.

From the Église Saint-Sulpice I walked over to the Jardins du Luxembourg, saw an exposition at the Musée du Luxembourg, and sat in front of the little puddle also known as the Medici Fountain.
And that was my day! It started to rain shortly after I left, so I made my way back to the hotel, bought a café crème at the Cafe nearby, and now I'm waiting for Phil to get back so we can decide what we're doing tonight. It's our 15-year anniversary today!

Happy Knitting Everyone! The plan for tomorrow is Versailles and the Petit et Grand Trianon, but I'll just double check that it's open on Tuesdays, shall I?