Posts Tagged ‘yeti’

Paris, froid et pluvieux

Friday, December 25th, 2009

Ah, France… the Wisconsin of Europe. That is to say that the many varieties of frommage here are delicious. But then, what else did you want to know? Maybe you wish to know if France is for lovers (of the Louvre, etc.)? Mais oui! It is. The rain and cold only make it more so!

“Oh la la, monsieur”, as Spike is fond of saying every time we pass a jewelry store. We are having a romantic time in Paris. OK, we’ve only been here one day, but what a day! It’s such a festive mood here, as though some deity had died (or been born, whatever) and is now being celebrated. Let’s all put on red sumo suits and shiny white nylon beards.

We’re two tourists with four wrists (and four hands): one for pointing at something, another for holding a container of pomme frites avec mayonnaise, another for holding an Orangina, and the fourth for recording the whole experience. Clickity click click.

We ended the magnificent day at St. Michel Notre Dame listening to the French Children’s Choir.

The apartment in Paris: to go between the kitchen and living room one must make love to the wall.

The apartment in Paris: to go between the kitchen and living room one must make love to the wall.

Love on the Eiffel Tower: the little Argentine girl fell in love with Spike's hat.

Love on the Eiffel Tower: a little Argentine girl fell in love with Spike's hat.

Hanging out with humans.

Hanging out with humans.

Don't haul heavy champagne bottles up there, you can propose to your sweetheart and then sidle up to Pierre.

Don't haul heavy champagne bottles up the Eiffel Tower, you can propose to your sweetheart and then sidle up to Pierre for two flutes of the bubbly.

Togetherness with erection.

Togetherness with erection.

The Eiffel Tower was lit up beautifully on Xmas Eve.

The Eiffel Tower was lit up beautifully on Xmas Eve.

Pere Noel gave Yeti Spike a yule hug.

Pere Noel gave Yeti Spike a yule hug.

We stopped to warm up with "chocolat chaud" at the Café Carette near the Tour Eiffel.

We stopped to warm up with "chocolat chaud" at the Café Carette near the Tour Eiffel.

The hat’s the thing.

Saturday, December 19th, 2009

Spike and I are on Day 5 of our trip to France. We’re in Cagnes-sur-Mer, where Renoir spent his last days.

Only one French person has been rude to us so far: a woman in a bakery had no patience for Spike’s version of “croissant”, of which she had none anyway.

As for me, I’ve only been rude to one French person so far, although Spike says that the man’s nationality is actually Australian. (I brushed past him and his luggage, with my luggage, on the train.)

There are still twelve days left on this trip to see who wins the Battle of the Insensitives.

Going from Paris to Cagnes-sur-Mer on the TGV.

Going from Paris to Cagnes-sur-Mer on the TGV.

Spike and her hat have been quite a hit. Put on a yeti hat and you’ll be a goodwill ambassador, too.

Ze brie and ze cigarette are all zat I need.

Ze brie and ze cigarette are all zat I need.

There are many hedges-for-fences here.

There are many hedges-for-fences here.

Still getting over the jet lag.

Still getting over the jet lag.

The beach at Cagnes-sur-Mer.

The beach at Cagnes-sur-Mer.

The view of the Cagnes-sur-Mer castle from our balcony.

The view of the Cagnes-sur-Mer castle from our balcony.

The old, twisty Cagnes-sur-Mer.

The old, twisty Cagnes-sur-Mer.

Why do the Santas in Cagnes-sur-Mer not use the chimney?

Why do the Santas in Cagnes-sur-Mer not use the chimney?