(Part
I)
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Friday,
15th of March 2013 (Paris, France)
It
must be now around seven o'clock as the sound of rubbish collectors
brought me out from the world of dreams to the presence of the new
day.
I
can see yet another sunny morning sneaking in through the skylight.
By
now I was an expert in climbing up and down the ladder. Going up ...
left foot first all the way up and going down ... left foot first and
than change to the right for the rest of the journey.
At eight o'clock, with the sun parading by now in its full glory, my nose detected a smell of yummy food crawling in through the invisible gap under my door. I wondered who was cooking this delicious dinner dish at this early hour on a week day. I was very tempted to follow my nose and knock on their door, but I managed to restrain myself.
Having completed my morning routine it was time to venture out.
Do you remember Bistrot Smiley from yesterday?
The
energy of today felt perfect for a batobus cruise along the river
Seine.
Armed
with a croissant, choquette and brioche a tete (you know where from)
I walked right into my cafe for a morning shot of espresso.
Cafe
“La Tour D'Auvergne” (Rue des Martyrs)
With
a “Le Parisien” in my hand I looked just like a local when
catching the metro at Place Pigalle.
I
decided to start with the Tour Eiffel.
After alighting at the “Champ de Mars” it was very easy to spot the target.
The
queues were already huge, the temperature low, so I had no problem
making a decision. Rather than wasting my time in a queue to view
Paris from the top I much preferred to invest those precious moments
trotting around on the ground.
There
was a pond with colourful ducks, the birds singing in the trees and
the early blooms surrounded by the disappearing snow.
Having
taken enough photos it was time for a warm up ... my first hot
chocolate!
The
hot chocolate was fantastic, but the service was very different -
aimed at tourists from around the world.
It
felt as if I was attended by a crow rather than a chirpy sparrow - my
experience from the local cafes visited so far. Though the waiter was
polite he could definitely benefit from a glass of cognac to warm up
his approach.
With
a batobus ticket in my hand I waited to embark on my cruising
adventure.
Clicking
right, left and centre my camera must have felt exhausted on this
otherwise relaxing journey along the river Seine.
This
day I took nearly seven hundred photos leaving less time for other
things to happen. Hence there are less words and more pictures ...
today's story, will be divided into three parts.
As
you may have guessed ... Google blog can not handle too many photos
in one go.
We were now approaching the famous Notre Dame.
As
the batobus pulled to the bank, I decided to step out onto the land
to take a closer look at the cathedral and give my legs something to
do.
(to
be continued in two weeks)
Photography by Olga Kulanowska
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