But before I do.
Let me write my morning pages on the deck of the houseboat and eat a plum.
In my long black, sleeveless dress with my bare feet (well, one bare foot, my right ankle was still wrapped up in its Ace bandage) up on a wooden deck chair.
Still need to rest my ankle when and where I can.
It’s not nearly as bad, but I can tell when it starts to get cranky and then, it’s time to sit, rest, let it go, not push too hard.
I have sat far more this trip than I ever have any prior time here.
I have to say.
It’s damn nice.
I’m not so freaked out that I’m not going to get to have the experiences I want to have.
In fact.
I’m pretty ok with whatever experiences that I continue to have here as they have been simply marvelous.
I will never forget sitting on the deck and drinking coffee and watching the Batobus go by with their tops heavy with tourists.
Not ever.
Nor the way the tree dander floated on the wind along the Seine as I walked the river this afternoon perusing the book sellers.
I picked up a couple of really great postcards and had some nice chats with vendors.
I walked from the houseboat down past Notre Dame and had lunch on Ile St. Louis.
I finally got the crappy Paris service that folks complain about, but I also recognize that I perhaps went too long before having my lunch.
Sometimes the walking just pulls me along and I have to go another block, see another building, watch another couple entwined around one another.
Paris.
You are so enchanting.
I feel enchanted being here.
Like I am in a fairy tale.
I made up for the crap service at lunch by finding a fabulous cafe on the edge of the Marais with bright blue chairs and red tables and had the most fabulous lemonade I have ever had.
And.
A cafe creme.
When in Paris.
ALL THE CAFE CREME PLEASE!
It’s my splurge.
The lemonade was so tart it made my whole face pucker, it had no sugar, which is right up my alley, since I don’t do sugar, but the crushed ice and the big sprig of mint made it a savory, refreshing and delicious.
Sitting in the sunshine didn’t hurt either.
After some slow sipping and sitting I wandered the Marais.
And.
Yes.
Yes, I did.
I hit the fucking jackpot.
I found a papeterie that carried a ton of Claire Fontaine notebooks.
I bought six.
Heh.
I am a very, very, very happy girl.
I also swung into Abraxas Tattoo.
Yes.
I will be getting another tattoo.
You know.
That’s what I do.
I will be going in Wednesday at 3:30p.m.
I will probably do a big swing through the Pompidou prior to getting the tattoo.
I am getting Anticonformiste in script on my left forearm.
A visiting tattoo artist from Nepal, Manish, super kind and we had a great chat about when I was going to come in and what I wanted, will be doing the work for me.
I expect that the tattoo won’t take but an hour.
So I may do the Pompidou after.
But the Pompidou I will do.
Tomorrow I will start the museum circuit.
I have the four-day museum pass and Saturday I have plans to go with a friend to Clingancort on Saturday and well, Sunday, I fly home.
But let’s not talk about Sunday yet.
Today is just Monday.
So.
Back to the Marais, back to my strolls.
Oh.
The reminds me, since I’ll be in the Marais again on Wednesday I should pop into the Marche aux Rouge Enfants.
The Market by the Red Children.
It is located by a former orphanage where the children wore red coats.
Thus the name.
It is a gigantic food market.
Closed on Mondays, so no journeying though the stalls, but it will be open on Wednesday.
I am feeling that is where I will be getting my lunch and maybe taking it to Place Vosges to eat before getting inked up.
Not a plan, but a thought, I make no plans, they melt away, I am just letting myself really experience Paris.
Walking through the Marais I also swung into a couple of stores and yes, I found the perfect black sundress.
Superb!
I am very happy to have found it, not too pricey, 59 Euro, and my goal of finding a dress in Paris is complete.
It almost never happens that fast.
In one day I found my dress, all my postcards, put a deposit down on a new tattoo, and got Claire Fontaine notebooks!
I am set.
I want for nothing.
The rest is icing on the cake.
Tomorrow I will start the round of museums and get the Paris Museum Pass activated by going to the D’Orsay.
The Orangerie is closed, so I might pop into the Louvre as well, there is a Vermeer exhibition happening that I would love to see.
No pressure to do the Louvre in entirety, not that I could, it is so enormous, I can’t even express it, over two city block long, two wings of art, each wing having four floors, there is no way I will ever see everything in the Louvre, ever.
Not that I need to either, I have seen the things that I want and even the infamous, and tiny, Mona Lisa, but the big draws are always too much for me to deal with, too many people, I like the smaller rooms and galleries.
But the Vermeer looks like a really good show, so definitely I will go to that.
Plus.
I know the “secret” entrance to the Louvre in the Tuilleries that helps to skip the massive lines that are the queue for the entrance under the I M Pei Pyramid.
So.
Just a quick zip in and out.
And no agenda.
Really.
I am so happy to be here and I am having a fabulous time.
Really relaxing and slowing down and enjoying the delicious sun and the walking and the houseboat and the cafe creme.
Heh.
Always that.
Bon soir mes amies.
A demain.
Trop grosse bixous!
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