Did you know that there actually exists in Paris a street called Rue de Putterie Street of Prostitution? Did you realize that the can can dance was the most daring form of eroticism in 19th century France although it was performed by women wearing full-length gowns?
But, as usual, I am getting ahead of myself in wanting to share all the discoveries we made on our walk around Pigalle and Montmartre today. So let me begin at the beginningβ¦. I awoke to the coolness of a summer breeze tugging at the curtains at our bedroom window. The temperature had changed dramatically and the heat and humidity of last night were just a bad memory. Realizing that Llew is still jetlagged, I closed the windows, pulled the curtains down to bring darkness back into the room and left so as not to disturb him.
I caught up with email and got breakfast organized by the time my new friend Joyce called to invite us to her place in Chamborcy for dinner tomorrow. I accepted with delight and we made plans for her to get one of her Paris-based friends to pick and drop us back.
How kind of her! Vraiment tres gentile! I love these Continental preserves and wish I could taste a lot more of them before we leave from here. Coffee went down a treat before I left Llew to get ready and went across to Thomas at the office to get something urgent printed, scanned and emailed. Alas, the office does not have a scanner; but the lady there was kind enough to print my stuff.
By the time I returned to my apartment, Llew was ready to leave and off we went. The 2 no longer stops at Gare du Nordβso we had to take the 4 for one station Barbes where we discovered that a train had broken down.
