Paris report: Last part

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Next stop: Jardin Luxembourg.



Where chairs stand around,



letting us rest our feet



and take a break. As ou can see I was eating a nectarine.



Or trying to do so. It kept on dripping... yes, on my rack. XD XD XD



Some people were painting, others where bringing their model ships to the big basin, and french kids are cuter, somehow.



In the middle was a piece of Florida (even the sunlight had another colour).



And the great queens of France stood around.





Random pigeon in a bush, looking indignant.



After that we tried to find the place where Amélie skips stones on the canal St. Martin. We failed. XD



This tree in front of our hotel room was perfuming the whole area! Nice.



This evening we failed at finding a place to eat, too. So instead of going into any restaurant for 20 Euroes per person, we indulged into the aforementioned supermarket. Did you know, the french put chocolate sauce on top of their mousse au chocolat? I mean, wtf?! And the brioche had chocolate and vanilla pudding in it. Not to talk about the salmon sandwich... *drools again*



After eating most of that we climbed up to Sacre Coeur. Again. The light was different, I swear!















And we had to check if She was still standing, of course.







There are no pay phones at the place where Amélie supposedly calls her love interest. The outrage!



Same church, different photo opportunity place: We went down to the Seine again to take another tour on it.



... and to check on Her again. Approximately in that moment there Elia started regretting taking me on that trip. XD But O my gosh, She wasn't grey as I'd always thought, but an orangy pink as well! Cheesy!



And to top it off, She started to blink for a few minutes. I took about 130 pictures of that (this is the onl one that came out okay).



Envy moment of the evening: Bastards eating dinner on the roof of their house boat at the Seine. Die. All of you. And entail me the boat.



This is the other end of the tunnel where Lady Di died. Elia shouldn't have told me that. I quoted Amélie for a while there, while we were walking along. The glass bone man said it best: "Lady Di Lady Di!" - indignant pause - "RENOIR!"



THis is a batteaux mouche (no, we don't know what mouche means, either). It enlightens the sides of the Seine.



We were about done in, but we took one.





And it was sooooo kitschy! XD XD XD





There was this little tower for the driver, which went down for every bridge and up again after them.



We were at the very end ot the boat, where we could look down at the water



and take the bestest pictures.



The Seine was surrounded by people, picnicking, drinking, waving, making music, laughing...





And the boat was full of pairs. XD (Yes, this is Notre Dame in the background)



Notre Dames behind.



And finally, Her again, shiny like woah!



When we disembarked, She started blinking again! A crappy gif to show you:



And a better movie to show you that. too.

A Quicktime movie of the blinking Eiffel Tower

All in all: It's all true! Everything they ever told us! It IS that beautiful! And big! And loud! And happy! And dirty! And rich! And shiny! Gosh. I was a bit overwhelmed. I am very happy to have been there, but I'm happy to be back again, too. Paris just had to put cream on top of everything. Butter on the crépes. Chocolate souce on top of mousse au chocolat. Distant jazz music in Montmatre nights.
And glitter on a pink Eiffel Tower.

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[zimtkeks.livejournal.com]

Isn't Paris just wow?

Haha at the pigeon, it really does look indignant.