Paris Day 4

Hello Loves,

So I am still in Paris, and I have been a bad blog friend. I promise that when I get back home I will catch up on your blogs.

I finally slept yesteday and got in 11 hours. It felt so good ! My host took me around Montmarte and we walked to Sacre Couer.

I have also been to the Eiffel Tower and watched it light up and sparkle at mignight.

I have so much more to do. But so far I have enjoyed walking around this romantic city.

There is a bridge here by the Seine River called  Pont des Arts near the Notre Dame Cathedral where lovers leave their locks and write their names on it and throw the key into the river. I thought it was so romantic but apparently the French govt doesnºt think so. In May of this year, they took them all down. But this is September and people continue to leave their locks and hearts in Paris.

While I was looking at the fence on a beautiful Friday evening a couple of things happened to me. First, a Russian woman by herself asked me to take her picture. I took her picture and we went our separate ways. But like me, she was by herself and it´s always interesting how many people from around the world come to Paris to either be with their sweeties, or at least hope it rubs off on them. She and I were both alone and I felt like we had something in common.

 Then I was approached by two men totally hitting on me and asking me to join them for a drink. Nice guys a little cute even, but they told me they were Parisian and for some reason I didn´t believe them. I donºt go anywhere by myself with more than one man. I also was waiting for my host to take me to eat. After they left, an old woman came up to me and started talking to me. She was looking at the locks and we spoke in my awful broken French. She wanted to know where I was from, how old I was, and if I was going to leave a lock. She had been living in Paris for over 54 years. I always love talking to older folks aka walking historians. She was so nice, and then my host came and interrupted me and I had to leave. As I left, she was there looking at the locks and smiling at me as I waved back.

I am not in love, but I did leave a lock, as I had an extra on that day. I still have that key, I didnºt throw it into the river like people sometimes do. I donºt mind leaving my heart in Paris.

Before I came to Paris I thought the city was a walking cliche. Although the city may be dirty and maybe the French arent so warm and open, but Paris is really romantic. People kissing everywhere, holding hands, enjoying dinner, holding hands and strolling in the park. It was really is nice.

Three more days left here, and then off to the Netherregions........ I mean Netherlands.

Kisses from Paris !