In search of sunrise
This is it. Our last day on this continent.
Tomorrow we are picking up our packs and going on a long ride home.
We'll be up all night, waiting for the sun to rise over the Seine River, and say goodbye to a long journey, and hello to the way home, to another journey, to another sunrise.
Last days in Europe
Watching the sunset from my uncle's balcony
Brian, my cousin in law, took Alex, Quan and me to Montmartre
. I saw the cafe where Amelie works, and the flower shop, and the Bateau-Lavoir
, where Picasso painted Les Demoiselles D'Avignon
, possibly the first work of cubism.
And then there were two. One of the remaining windmills out of the original 34 on the hill of Montmartre
Alex thinks Quan should share some of his gelato
Hanging out with mom
Mum came to visit
Playing tourist in the Latin Quarter.
Goofing off with my brother on our way to the Luxembourg Garden
Shakespeare and Company
The last real place on earth
Blurry me in front of Shakespeare and Co., the bestest bookstore in the world
Inside the bookstore.
We're back in Paris after an EPIC of an adventure to get back here. How? Oh, don't you want to know. Suffice to say that it's worth getting a chair and a beer, or ten. But I will write more about that later. Just so you know I am uploading a few representative, or mis
representative pictures. So scroll back and show some love for visual technology.
I will be MIA for a while. MIA from the online world at least. Tomorrow (Monday) I will be heading to Fontainebleau with Kim for a week of rock loving. Then I'll head back to Paris for the weekend, then fly home on Monday.
I get back on Monday night, so Seattlelites, I'll be expecting the red carpet, or at least just some TLC, *nudge nudge wink wink*. (TLC as in tender love and care, not the channel, but of course you knew that.)
On Thursday I'm going on a road trip to Southern California to J Tree for even more rock loving. So updates will be sporadic. I am going to do my best to upload all of our pictures for your viewing pleasure first. Then the stories, and yes, something more interesting than, "we took the train". By the way, both of my middle fingers would like to fondly say hi to whoever commented on the previous post and said "your blog is so boring I am not entertained." Call me I'd be glad to donate some spare change to your Get a Life Foundation.
So I just drank the equivalent of 40 cups of coffee in green tea. I'm a little sleep deprived and a lot jittery. All of Paris spreads below me to the horizon. It is all so surreal and poetic. I love this city. I feel tingling all over. I don't know why. Though my friend Jin would say, "maybe you have to pee." Oh, I know why. My brother just informed me that The Daily Show will be on in a little bit. Hallelujah!
Leaving Bruges and going to Bruxelles. La petite Venice Brugge is. Our travels are coming to a close.
Gros bisous a tout.
I like Amsterdam.
This kitty needs lots of TLC. It suffers greatly from the second hand THC in our hostel, The Flying Pig downtown.
I wish my parking spot could have this view.
I'm sorry. I can't comment. It's a war memorial.