Alors, dix minute pour l'ecrivans! Helas...

Anyway, last day in Paris and essentially the last day of this blog, since I doubt I'll have time to say anything on my flyaway stay in London. I'm headed out day after tomorrow, kids, and I don't feel that I've seen enough. I don't think I'll ever really get my fill of Europe. Tragedy!! I must move here, then!!!

Today was good: I woke up late-ish again and booked it up to Sacre Coeur for Mass (which was in French, but shit, Catholic means universal and that's what Mass is--you know when to stand, when to sit, when to empty your pockets, when to shake hands....) It's pretty tough to "book it" per se, when talking about Montmartre--the entire area is one huge hill, with the Basilica at the top. So there are about 50 kajillion flights of steps to get up to and consequently I still hadn't caught my breath by the end of the Mass.

Montmartre is indeed very Arabian--I think they call it the Arab Quarter but I'm not certain of that: Afghanis, Turks, etc. etc.. I stopped in a tiny cafe at the foot of the hill at Sacre Coeur for a demitesse du cafe and a croissant. It was supremely perfect. All the locals came in, paid absolutely no attention to me, and read their morning papers in silence punctuated by French explicatives and discourse. The coffee was the strong bitter kind, which I disdained to desecrate with sugar (I probably should have, I have enough acid problems without pseudo Turkish coffee), and the croissant was the best I think I've ever had.

Unfortunately it's been a rainy day, and I'm running out of time--my socks are wet and I'm ostensibly headed for home with one minor stop: back to that little indian store where I've decided that mom desperately needs drawer pulls for X-mas. With my luck it will A) be closed, B) have disappeared, or C) the beautiful man will have the day off. Not like I'd say anything to him, anyway. Again, helas!!

This has been fun, chickens. I might continue this upon returning to the States, but I hardly think anyone needs to know about my troubles and travails at home. It would be composed of bitching about the family, bitching about the weather, bitching about, oh, anything! Such fun!!!

Anyway, trois minute--je quitte ca place, et rentre la rue pour cherche l'homme...