Monday, October 23, 2006

End of Day 4: First Glimpse

I'll keep this one short since there is only a few hours left in the day. Quick little story that I failed to mention last time. When we came to Hotel Lescot, we just sent Melanie in to talk to the desk clerk (since she could speak the best French). Well he couldn't speak any English so he called in another guy who could. His name was Carat (not sure of the spelling). We had decided to ask to see the room before we take it just in case it was a dive. So she did and came out with a thumbs up. I waited while Jason and Melanie went up in the small elevator. Carat started talking to me. Asking if Jason was mine or Melanie's boyfriend. Then he asked if we would want to go to an Irish Pub with him right then to hear some good music. I told him we would think about it and let him know.

Well we hung out in our room for a little while and then decided we were hungry. Carat wasn't anywhere in sight when we went down so we figured he had given up on us. We wandered around. Lots of open 24 hours cafes and a McDonalds and Pizza Hut. Well, we picked a cafe and had a pretty good meal. Then we wandered around our neighborhood. Lots of hotels and restaurants. But there was this garden area by a mall I guess that was pretty cool and then we happened upon a cathedral just smack in the middle of all this 20th century commercial nonsense. We were quite surprised and even more so that it was St. Eustache, a cathedral on my list. It was interesting looking. Gothic on one side and romanesque on the other. There was a really cool ampitheater like place in front of it where people were just hanging out. Then we went up some stairs and caught our first glimpse of the Eiffel Tower. Just the tip. Melanie was ecstatic and took a few pictures. Then back to the hotel.

Jason and I were ready for bed when Carat called and invited us again to the pub. Melanie tried to convince us to go but we were so tired. We said we would go tomorrow. Melanie went to explain and was gone a long time. I got a little worried, thinking maybe she went alone with him. But she came back and told us of her lovely conversation. I think Carat had a little crush on her. Time to sleep.

sorry wasn't as short as I thought.

1 comment:

Framed said...

I'm glad you saw the cathedral instead of an "Irish" pub in Paris. Much more appropriate. Are there many more picking-up-men stories? Sorry, I guess he was doing the picking up. Your wild American women.