It's been about a week away, and even with a relatively relaxing extra day of vacation, it's really nice to be back home. I hope to soon have pictures up of everything, just as soon as Jerry gets his to me.
Where did I go, you ask?
I spent most of the past week strolling around the streets and underground passageways of Paris. Jerry, Mom, and I took a short jaunt to the city to take in some of the sights. We managed to hit the Louvre, the Musée d'Orsay, the Musée de l'Armee, the Rodin Museum, and the Eiffel Tower.
It's definitely a city where I'd like to return to take in more. We managed to escape most of the wandering accordionists on the Metro, although we did encounter a man singing Mambo Kings songs, and a woman singing in a language I could not place. We twice encountered one guy at the Concorde Metro station, playing Avé Maria
on the Horn (well, in the English-speaking world, I suppose it would be the French
Horn). On one of the bus tours that we took, the recording mentioned a Museum of Erotic Art in Montmartre that I would have liked to have seen, but that's not quite the kind of thing you go to see with your mom and your brother (although we did debate going to see a show at the Moulin Rouge).
Our flight back was supposed to get in Tuesday, but a mechanical failure meant that United Air stuck us (along with the rest of the passengers on our 767) in the Holiday Inn next to the airport following a four-hour wait on a grounded plane. While we entertained the idea of going into town again, I was too exhausted from the previous days to do anything but sit around and watch TV--our favorite nightly pastime following all the walking about that we did.
I caught a few interesting things, like The Simpsons (Les Simpson)
, Cardcaptor Sakura
, Hard Rain
, and The Name of the Rose
in French and Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade
and South Park
in German. Little is quite as funny as the German Mr. Mackey trying to approximate a "mmkay?"
Even with the extra time, though, flying is just exceedingly tiresome. I got home at around 9:00 last night, with a sore throat and a pervading sense of lethargy. It's good to be home.
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