Alan and Chrissie Return to Paris, France 2001

April 26 - May 14, 2001

 Friday, April 27

          April in Paris is wet...

Sabbath, April 28

            Out our window we could see...

Sunday, April 29

          There was a guuud dooog in an oriental carpet stall near the frite stand...

Monday, April 30

            Accidentally eating in the rain at Rick Steves’s cafe of choice...

Tuesday, May 1

            May Day in Paris is wet, too.  And communist...

            Joan of Arc medieval reenactors on horseback at the Opéra Garnier...

            Bach’s “Toccata and Fugue”at the Concorde métro...

            Then there was the Jewish-Quarter-cat asleep in the deli window...NEVER laugh at a cat...

            Then there was the dog seated at a restaurant table...

Wednesday, May 2

            Free Ben & Jerry's ice cream...

Thursday, May 3

            Staying dry in the Archaelogical Parvis Crypt of Notre Dame...

            Opéra Bastille and the ballet “Nosferatu”...

Friday, May 4

            Jardin Promenade atop le Viaduc des Arts...

            The “It’s Raining Men” building...

            French Monopoly games...is the Eurodollar really going to happen? I don't think so...

            Alexander finds his way to Paris...

Saturday, May 5

            In the SDA church near Campo-Formio métro on avenue l’hopital...

            Teacher Appreciation Day: Woolley

            "The smell of the feet of an angel" cheese...

            Teacher Appreciation Day: Wortham...

            We’ve been living as fugitives...

Sunday, May 6

            St-Sulpice’s 10:30 a.m. mass...getting invited to the organ loft...Australian TV gets footage of Alan telling Daniel Roth how well Nikki and Kilory are doing on the piano...

            Doppelgängers: David Read, T. Daniel S-------d, Jim Landelius... 

            George Whitman of Shakespeare and Co. invites us to 4'o’clock tea...Steven wants to stand outside with a trench coat and hiss “Psst.  Want ‘A Moveable Feast’?  I got your ‘Little Prince’ right here”...Myself on a bed that has slept Henry Miller and others...Mark Wahlberg almost invited to The Tea...

Monday, May 7

            Singing the theme from the 1952 “Moulin Rouge” to Alan right on the #81 bus in front of God and everybody...

            Sheri-D Wilson’s poetry reading where I learned “never get attached to a golf ball”... 

            Riding the Paris Wheel...

Tuesday, May 8

            Visiting Colette, Rossini, Ingres, Delacroix, Balzac, and Sarah Bernhardt...

            On top of La Samaritaine again...

            Sheri-D in the men's room...

            High Tea at the Hotel LeCrillon...

            Somewhere Bob Mendenhall and Andy Woolley groaned in shame...        

Wednesday, May 9

            The Comedie Français which was not yet open, so we discover the gardens of the Palais Royal...

            Alan started a Hitchcock movie with Emmental cheese...

            Fabric-table women with metre sticks are scary...

            The famous “last windmills” and “last vineyard” of Montmarte...Bless these rude Parisians...

            Cheese Therapy...

            “If all TV was like this I could learn French!”...

            Doppelgänger: Dorie and Rolando’s son, Jared...

Thursday, May 10

            12:45 Thursday free concert at Sainte-Trinite...

            Channeling Carol and Darren Slider...

            God bless Andrew Woolley...

            “Le Revizor” at the Comedie Français...

Friday, May 11

            Sylvia Beach’s original Shakespeare and Company...

            Odéon Théâtre...

            Cluny garden sounds like the Bog of Eternal Stench...

            I’m a chard nerd...

            Picnic at St-Julien le Pauvre...Nacho Cheese Doritos and Dr Pepper at Notre Dame's flying buttress park...

            Three or four Marc Chagalls at Museum of Jewish History and Art...more rude Parisians...

            Rue-side outdoor table at the Marché Café...

            Chocolate and COLD milk in the shade of trees and the Eiffel Tower...

            A drunk/druggie snatches my journal...

Saturday, May 12

            Saint-Francois-Xavier and tintinnabulation...

            Had to ride the #42 bus you know!...

            Channeling Larry the Cucumber and LuAnn Venden Herrell (“We’re all going to die!”)...

            Inside the Opéra Garnier...

            Evan T is touring with the San Francisco Ballet...

            Weird CAN be GOOD...“Giddyup giddyup giddyup let’s go!”...

            Timo Chacon...

            Carol and Darren will be asking me to get professional help -- soon...

            My back looked like an interstate!

Sunday, May 13

            I sang “The Song of the Zebu” right there in front of God and everybody in the RER station...

            Josephine was a closet Texan...

            I was the only visitor there taking pictures of the snails...

            “Viva Las Vegas” on the stairs...

            Quint-ennial Mother’s Day meal at Jardin Notre Dame...“See you tomorrow!”

Monday, May 14

            Caught in a turnstile: I know how a rotisserie chicken feels!...

            More rude Parisians...

            “Architecture in Modern City-Planning”and “L'Acanthus dans la sculpture monumentale de l'antiquité à la Renaissance (The Acanthus Leaf in Monumental Sculpture from Antiquity to the Renaissance)”...

            “Man!  What DID you pack in that thang!”...

            “A root beer float without the alcohol”...

Epilogue:

            The twins were impressed by the stinky cheese. You can see how impressed...

            Mom and I are going to France, Switzerland, Germany, and Austria in September with Dr. Sicher...Be afraid. Be very afraid.

 

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