19 April 2009

Porn, Croissants + Tourist Traps

We weren't trying to be ambitious today, it just sort of happened. After visiting the Montmartre Cemetery (17th arrondissment), we took the Metro to the l'Arc de Triomphe, then walked down the Champs-Elysée before sitting down at a bench in Champs de Mars (8th arrondissement). Then we walked in an inefficient circle around the city until we arrived at the Eiffel Tower (7th arrondissment). We took a million pictures, sat on another bench and people watched some more, then we walked down the mall towards the École Militaire, took a right on Motte-Piquet until we got to l'Hôtel des Invalides. By that time, we were famished so we walked back to Place de la Concorde + took the subway back (18th arrondissement), decided against taking the elevator to the ground floor since there was a line of 100 people, walking up 12 flights of winding stairs yet again. Up on ground level, we roamed around Montmartre, dismayed we couldn't find a simple, cheap, quasi-vegetarian crêpe on any of the menus. Before we knew it, we were several blocks from Sacré-Coeur, this time, by accident. Finally, we found a quaint (and very quiet) restaurant + drank Oranginas while we waited for our dinner. In the end, we'd walked so much that LB had blisters on her feet. But it was a pain worth suffering through I think. . .

This is how our journey began: LB + I walked through Pigalle, looking ironically enough for a boulangerie. We needed some bread to go along with the organic green olive tapenade we'd bought. Instead we found this:
It was actually called Le Supermarché Érotique, or the erotic supermarket. Unfortunately, they weren't selling the kind of baguettes we were looking for.
Here's a Disgruntled Buddha
If You've Ever Seen "Amélie," Then You Recognize This Café
This is Where We Bought the Best Chocolate Croissants I've Ever Eaten
Here's Two of Them
Notice the Look of Pure Ectasy on my Face
This Is Where I Started the Pain au Chocolat that I Love It--and Truthfully, I Did
I Just Couldn't Believe There Was a Strip Club Called Hot Pussy's
Random Porny Things
This Street. . .
Was Right Next to This Club
The Rumor Was that Nicole Kidman Was Running Around in a Madonna One-Piece
The Map for the Montmartre Cemetery
Tombstones Under the Bridge (and Not in a Red Hot Chili Peppers Kinda Way Either)
The Contrast Was Amazing
This Almost Made Me Cry: Someone Had Made this Heart with Rocks He'd Found on the Ground
I Learned Something at the Cemetery: LB + I Actually Passed This Thinking It Was the Gas Family (Okay, I Thought That), Only to Find out that This was Edgar Degas's Tombstone, Only His Real Name Was Edgar de Gas
Beauty Among the Living Dead
Émile Zola's Tombstone
LB + Bagette
Stunning Blue
Heinrich Heine's Grave
François Truffaut's Grave
Ditto
And, at the Bottom, a Little Box Where People Could Write Notes to Him.
Arc De Triomphe1
Arc de Triomphe 2
Arc de Triomphe 3 + LB
Champs-Elysées
This is a City that Loves its Writers
Champs-Elysées 2
Flowers on the Champs-Elysées
Storefront on the Champs-Elysée
Random Street
Random Street 2
Seine 1
Seine 2
Eiffel Tour 1
Underneath the Skirt
Eiffel Tour 2
The Mall between the Eiffel Tour + the École Militaire
The Mall between the Eiffel Tour + the École Militaire 2
Eiffel Tour 3
Eiffel Tour 4
École Militaire
Hôtel des Invalides
Hôtel des Invalides 2
Eiffel Tour 5
Invalides + Eiffel Tour
Hôtel des Invalides 3
Walking Towards Place de la Concorde
Streetlights
LB in the Middle of a Montmartre Street

2 comments:

leighmckolay said...

oh! Thank you for the shots! I am very happy that you are in Paris right now.... (it has been so long for meee).
I believe it is your birthday right? Well- in any case lots of love to you and your gal!
HUGE HUG!

JACKSON BLISS 水と魂 said...

Leigh,

You're welcome honey. Yes, it WAS my birthday today, and what better place to spend it, right? It was so nice today, walking around the Latin Quarters, drinking fresh OJ, listening to mass in Notre Dame. Anyway, I'm about to write all about it soon, so stay tuned. Soon, it will be your turn to come back here Leigh. I haven't been here since 2003--under the worst of circumstances, the day Allied Forces invaded Iraq--and somehow, it's even more beautiful than I remember.

Thinking of you. Besos + Love