Paris

[danceboy]

ricevermicelli and I are off to Paris tonight. By this time tomorrow we could be lost in the midst of people unwilling to admit that they speak English (or understand our attempts at French)... There might also be museums. Or alcohol. Or finding the local (and so far uncommunicative) CI dance community...

Wish us luck, and if you have any ideas, opinions, observations, what have you regarding things to do, see, eat, or otherwise experience in or near Paris, please let me know.

Be well.

Comments

[queen-of-wands.livejournal.com]

Yes, sunspiral is correct: have a great trip!

Then write about how fabulous it is here, to push me along on my occasional "I'm really going to go to Paris one of these days" project.

(If, gods forbid, you had not a great time and needed an ally in Paris, I have a first cousin who lives there. Actually, she's the older sister of the cousin who audaibnjad knows, which I point out because it would be amusing if my cousins and my dance habit were to continue to intersect . . . Oh, but perhaps you have people of your own in Paris.)

[danceboy.livejournal.com]

I do not have people of my own in Paris. I'm not sure I have people of my own. We're going there because my solo experiences there were some level of why ricevermicelli decided that she was going to marry me (there I was having all sorts of fun, and she was stuck at work. Clearly she was doing something wrong.)
I know that there are three CI jams a week there, and I have some hand drawn maps from the memory of someone who hasn't been to them in a few years (Olivier Besson, cartographer to the stars!). Pointers or contacts would be great, but I have faith that we'll manage to have fun either way.

As for how fabulous it is, let me say that the last time I was there (I was there in 2001, and before that in 1973. The first time it didn't impress me much. To be fair, I wasn't yet 1.) I got sick and tired of saying "Wow, that's pretty." But then I would turn around and have to say it again.

As further push, I was talking to my boss, and he mentioned that some years back he promised his wife that they would go to Paris by, or for, her 40th birthday. She's now 43 and still un-Paris-ed. Life just kept getting in the way.