If you hate Internet Explorer...
you may find this funny.
It actually seems funnier if you watch it about 7 times. I don't know why.
I've had some wonderful people offering advice on fixing my template for Internet Explorer, so while I was doing that, I decided to download Opera and see what was up in that browser.
Tonight, after work, I walked home as I always do--but this time, something was different. As I crossed the street and headed past our local Café de France, I noticed a large raindrop as it landed, *plop*, right in the middle of my page.
Dad: Wow, I really like those scooters. Those are purty cool! Ya know, if I lived here, I would get me one of them scooters. Like that one, with the little roof, in case it rains. That would be great. You could really zip around Paris in one of those.
Though I was so longing to go hang with my girlfriends, Dr. B had arranged a dinner out with the people in his lab. We were to meet at Le Cèdre d'Or, a lebanese restaurant in the third arrondissement. Dr. B was a bit nervous, as the conversation would be in French and he has a little trouble keeping up. I was just tired, but knew this would be a nice chance to get to know some of his colleagues.
Tonight, after spending the early part of the day climbing lots and lots and lots of stairs to get to the top of the Arc de Triomphe (where my Dad took lots of photos), exiting the metro at my favorite spot, eating quiche at a café that appeared to be a part of the Palais Royal, and napping (due to the cold my Dad so kindly gave me), we headed west to make the traditional visit to the Eiffel Tower. We waited a while, but were able to go all the way to the top, and had an incredible view of the Parisian skyline. While going down, we stopped to take photos at each level (which I will post on Flickr soon) and for hot chocolate and croissants and donuts in the snack bar. Pam bought her first official souvenir (a crystal Eiffel Tower--very pretty!), and then we walked back through the garden (fighting off the guys who were trying to sell us cheezy plastic blinking Eiffel Towers for any amount between 1 and 5 euros) and visited the Peace Monument at the opposite end.
My Dad and his wife, Pam, are visiting us for nearly 2 weeks in Paris. This is the first time for both of them in France, and Pam's first time in Europe, but the culture shock and the jet lag wore off after a day or so, and they are both enjoying their trip. We've been busy going to churches like Sacré Coeur, Notre Dame and Saint Germain des Prés, and walking through Montmartre to the Moulin Rouge. We've toodled through parts of the Marais, walked down the Rue de Rivoli, and strolled along the Seine. They have commented on the beauty of the buildings and the artwork, how friendly Parisians are (yes, they really said that, more than once) and how clean the city is. (Hear that, America? Paris is clean and friendly!!!)
My Dad and his wife, Pam, arrived on Friday, and we've been busy showing them the sights. Notre Dame during Palm Sunday Mass was incredible--seeing the Rose Window at sunset plus the singing of the Mass was just an unforgettable experience. On Saturday, we walked through St. Germain des Prés during a Taïzé worship that left chills down my spine.
Ugh! Did you fart?
YOU in the United States, France, Canada, the United Kingdom, Australia, Germany, the Netherlands, Malaysia, Belgium, Switzerland, Guam, Hong Kong, Italy, the Republic of Korea, Mexico, Spain, Ireland, Lebanon, New Zealand, Sweden and "country not detected" (that one really makes me wonder...is it you, Santa Claus?)
On the first Sunday of every month, Paris opens its museum doors to everyone--free. Though we haven't always taken advantage of this, today we decided to hop the metro and head to the Centre Georges Pompidou, in the 4th arrondissement of Paris.
Dr. B and I woke up on Friday morning, and had breakfast (croissants, bread, butter and jam, coffee and juice) at the hotel. We went out, walked around, took photos, and basically just enjoyed having some time off. We stumbled upon the Jardin des Plantes, and walked through the beautiful park, full of spring flowers, green grass, ducks and white pigeons or doves (???), and a gently babbling brook. It felt so peaceful to be amongst living things again--don't get me wrong, I love Paris, but there's nothing quite like this available. This garden is also used for plant breeding experiments, and hosts hundreds of Camellia bushes, including a variety created in honor of Jules Verne, who was a Nantes native. I took lots of pictures in the gardens, and realized that Grandma Sylvia's genes did not skip a generation. (My Grandma keeps Kodak in business!)
As Dr. B and I walked Lucy before heading to dinner the first night, we got the scare of our lives.
Dr. B, Lucy and I woke up early to head to Montparnasse train station for our 8 AM trip to Nantes on Thursday. We were out of the house 1/2 hour after we planned, but it was plenty of time anyway. (We had decided to be cautious, knowing that doing anything in France could lead to some sort of problem, so we planned to leave at 6 AM.)