Organ Grinder in Paris |
Organ Grinder |
Street Musician on the Pont Neuf |
The Moulin Rouge |
Bars
and cafes in Paris charge different prices for drinks if you stand or
if you sit. Having traveled 12 hours, most of which was sitting on
planes or in taxis, we chose to stand, aperitifs in hand. A mountain
of a man was trying to get my attention and finally we figured out
that he was telling us the television was playing our national anthem
- “God Save the Queen” - the Brits having just won an Olympic
medal in the three-legged race or the egg toss. When I pointed out
in my flawless French that we were not British and “God Save the
Queen” was not our national anthem, I was literally clutched to his
quite impressive bosom and treated to a full-throated rendition of
“Les Marseilles”, the French national anthem. It is quite long.
It is longer when your nose is in a large man's armpit.
Seeing
our table across the street was now available and waiting for us, we
finished our drinks and politely said good-bye, adding our thanks for
the serenade. Mistake. This was interpreted as a request for an
encore....
Making our way across to La Basillica, we dined on foie gras, escargots, Lyonnaise Saucisson, and of course, wonderful French wine!
Later
that night in search of live music, we wandered down to the Moulin
Rouge. Turning the corner and strolling the surrounding streets, we
realized we were in the red light area, with prostitutes, live sex
shows and porno shops. I do not recommend this as a bonding
experience with one's daughter.
We
returned, quite tired to our little hotel, which had no air
conditioning, so we all slept with the windows open, and were treated
to the music that is the street life of Gay Paree – all night....
Tomorrow - the sights of Paris!!
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