Too Late for the Skeletons (Aug 14th)

After resting for awhile, we set out to see the catacombs, the only thing that Megan wanted to do in Paris.

But, we had slept too long, and arrived late. So, I promised her that we would come the next day, and we wandered around looking for an organic that I had seen from a bus over two months before.

Needless to say, it took awhile to find it. But after finally giving up, we turned a corner and there it was. Beautiful loaves of bread in so many shapes and sizes, as well as the classic tiny pastries, were laid out on the shelves. Sometimes, in Paris, things seem too traditionally French to be real, if that makes sense. Those things we read about in our language books, actually before me, seem imaginary.

Megan ordered a tiny chocolate tart, and I found a small hazelnut bread roll, which was a lovely surprise. Then, we took refuge in an air-conditioned Monoprix (grocery/department store) after walking in the heat.

Since I had my laptop again, we had brought it; sitting in a park, attempting to shout over on the not-working Skype, we caught a lot of attention. Giving up, we poked around on the internet, and Megan had me adjust blog posts with forgotten details.

If all this sounds boring for a day in Paris, it was just what we needed. Sometimes, we get a bit of attention because we are speaking English, but there are so many tourists in Paris in August, it is a little hopeless.