Monday, June 15, 2009
Grande Old Dame of Paris
While we haven't gone inside Notre Dame this visit, or even too close, quite frankly, not ready to tangle with the hordes of tourists nearby, we enjoy seeing the cathedral's magnificent profile almost daily. Perhaps not as dramatic as the illuminated nighttime view we saw the other night, the daytime view is nonetheless spectacular. And if you get tired of it on its own, you only have to wait and some additional interest will appear.
The other day, for example, we took a detour after seeing this row of pêcheurs from the bridge and went down to the bank to investigate. Apparently an organization of Handi-pêcheurs (disabled recreational fishers) were demonstrating their techniques, their patience, and their intolerance of anyone making noises that might frighten away the fish. Before we saw the signs explaining what was going on, we got shushed and moved to a more appropriate spot.
This old fellow had been particularly incensed by a young child running, jumping, and making fish-scarifying noises.
And, of course, if you're talented, you could always take home your own painting of Notre Dame as a souvenir. I'll have to content myself with peering over this painter's shoulder.
Yesterday was hot and sunny here -- enough that I have just a bit of sunburn on my arms, shoulders and neck. Today, sadly, I need fear no more burning -- outside of our room right now Il pleut comme vache qui pisse (thanks Tiffany!), and we're hunkered down, debating which is the driest possible undertaking for the day (I'm holding out for a trip to Boulevard Haussmann and then a stop at Ladurée for macarons). Today is our penultimate day here and I'd like to cram in hundreds of activities but really don't want to get soaked.