Locks of Love

I guess it has been a long time since I have been to Paris, as last time I was here, this was not all the rage.  These locks go on for about 1/4 mile on both sides of the bridge.  It has become a cottage industry, with photographers there to commemorate the moment, lock sellers and general tourist paraphernalia.

Our apartment, dans la 17th arrondisment  is tres, tres, petit.  Also up 4 narrow and steep flights of stairs.  I had hoped for an immersion experience, and baby, am I ever getting it! From the kitchen the size of the back seat of my Hyundi to the awesome street scene outside my door, I am all in.  Our neighborhood has seldom seen an American tourist, and is very hip and chic.  Not ritzy, but authentic. Keeping it real, you know.

Today was tourist day.  I was lucky enough to meet up with friends and we tore up the pavement.
Le tour Eiffel.  To the top!  Not worth it, in MY humble opinion, but glad I have done it.  I have always just gone to the 2nd level, and always walked before. Spun our wheels for a while in the St. Honore, Place de Vendome area, then we took the metro up to Sacre Coure. What a beautiful day for a walk and lunch outside, with a few thousand of our new best friends.

I have been just nailing the metro system!  Many of you know I love my word games and puzzles, and once you figure out the system of the Paris metro, you see how truly inspired and creative the developers of the system were.  The people watching is so great, the temps at this time of year are very pleasant (I have been here in July and August, and that is not usually the norm) and all of the music available is just a bonus.  What they say about the acoustics in the metro is so, so true.  However, the impromptu concert in our subway car was completely unexpected.

Need to go walk Ziggy, so up and down the 68 steps.  Keeping it real.