Things That Made Me Go, Oooh La La

 
Never in my 40 years of living, (historical fiction!) have I seen the likes of Paris, France.
It was not perfect, but it so welcomed my imperfect self.

I loved many things.
Let me remind you, that I do indeed love many things period.
These were new loves to me. Loves that caused you to pause, and breathe.

After a long flight, we arrived at our cute, tiny apartment, left our luggage and began to walk.
WALK should always be in all caps, when discussing France, maybe even WALK bold caps!
Never in my fifty years of living,( getting more realistic??) have I walked so much. Walking and looking, and taking pictures at my young age is not easy. Of course, I had great shoes, several pairs and enough Advil to help Marie Antionette. However, I suffered and not in silence.

The Louvre and everything to see was in walking distance, or a bus, metro ride hop, skip and a jump.

After about two days, I was sure, my feet had turned to nubs, I asked Bill to look and see if they were still there. He kept walking.......

To get to any bathroom, you walked up or down, or sideways many stairs to GO.

I loved the markets, and bakeries on every block.

I am convinced that next to The Father, Son and Holy Ghost, there is a French Pastry Chef.
I loved the parks, and ability to stroll, something we don't do in the states. I loved all the Merry-Go-Rounds, we need one in each neighborhood. Loved off the beaten path stuff, bookstores and pharmacies like my youth. At the big green cross, I pointed to parts of my body, and the pharmacist gave me what I needed. Personal service, I like.
I love my new perfume, that lays on my skin, and brings me to Paris in a quick spray. It is delicious
and the young lady that helped me, all dressed in black, was so French!! except sweet. Just kidding about the sweet, she was a little tight, they have a reputation to uphold, I like it. There nose held high, they are French for heavens sake!!!!!

Churches, beyond belief, that took me to my knees and I am sure directed my prayers to the Almighty, no detours. I think prayers from the likes of Notre Dame travel faster, my story. There is no word to describe the artwork, Bill had me on a tight leash, about "falling out" in the Louvre. Screaming was kept to a whisper, and touching....well I got close enough to smell the paint on some, and maybe a frame or two. A few statues, I may have barely polished with my hand.

There was so much, we were lucky to have seventeen days to wander.
So long to practice my Ooooh La La( even if I were to be sixty??)