The cutest teapot ever

The only problem is that it doesn't hold tea. It is still the cutest teapot ever. I bought it in Paris at a tea/candy/chocolate shop by our apartment.

3 Things

that I love about Paris . . .

big blue doors
people watching
and
babette.

i really miss babette.

I'm giving it another shot

Thank you all so much for your kind words. Apparently I am not the only one who suffers this kind of horrible post vacation depression. I think the fog is lifting . . . finally. I even took a couple of polaroids this weekend. Things are looking up. For now, I want to finish telling you about Paris, so that's what I'll do.

Notre Dame was beautiful, don't get me wrong. It's just history, as a whole, is lost on me. I finally came to terms with that while in Paris. Especially when I realized that I was 10 times more excited about this cute little bunny outside of Notre Dame, than Notre Dame itself. What do you think?

Pere Lachaise

I really couldn't be bothered going to Pere Lachaise. What do I care about Jim Morrison's grave? I did like the doors, but only after the movie, so i don't think that counts. BUT, Andrew really wanted to go, so it was only fair. When we got there I almost just had him go to Jim's grave without me while I waited at the entrance. Andrew insisted I join him and I am so glad I did. I forgot how much I really love cemeteries (that is so sick). I forgot that some of my favorite photos are from cemeteries (evidence here and here).
I promise I did not walk on any graves to get these photos. I may have walked very close, but not on top. Jim Morrison's grave was kind of a bust (well actually it was supposed to be a bust of Jim, but apparently it got stolen). The people standing there (and there were lots) were much more interesting than the grave itself.

Chopin's grave was much more beautiful. Andrew asked me if I knew who Chopin was.
"Excuse me? Yes, I know who Chopin is. Gaaaaahhhhhhd! How rude. He plays music, right?"

We spent about an hour just wandering through the crowded aisles of graves, taking lots of pictures.

Then it started to rain (it rained quite a bit while we were there). Then it started to rain even harder. So we headed out to a cafe around the corner to have cafe au laits and a croque monsieur.


ps. i had to do them smaller, because the i couldn't deal with them not being square, plus i noticed the others were cropped. damn you blogger.

The Louvre

So we waited until the very last minute to go to the Louvre. My ADD prevents me from spending long periods of time in museums, so we knew we wouldn't be there for long (Andrew suffers from the same affliction). Lucky for us the museum stays open until 10pm on Friday nights, so around 6:00 we headed over (After making a pit stop at Laduree for macarons). The nice thing about going to the Louvre at 6pm is that the line is quite bearable. Although once inside it was bustling.

Now here comes the best part. The part that excited me more than seeing the Mona Lisa (it's smaller than I expected) . . . you can TAKE PICTURES inside the museum. I literally jumped for joy, since I am much more interested in people looking at art than at the art itself (I know, I know, I probably shouldn't admit that, but the charade can go on no longer. That's just how I feel). So I was able to take this

and this

and this

and when we finally got to the Mona Lisa (did I already tell you that it was small--and behind some sort of bullet proof glass?), I forgot to take a polaroid of it because I was more interested in this

I'm pretty sure Andrew thought I was crazy for being so giddy, but I just couldn't help it. We did still look at some really beautiful art, but for me, it's these photos that satisfied me the most.

p.s. For some reason blogger is doing something weird to these photos. They don't look square, but i promise, they are. If you don't believe me (which would be very rude seeing as I have always been honest with you) check here.

i'm back!

And I've got a lot of polaroids with me (and about 10 extra pounds). I figured I would dedicate the week to paris. Although I think I could probably give it a month or even a year. Here are a few of the shots I took and there are more here (and I am adding to it). Stay tuned.

Not Enough Polaroid in the World

Do I really have to leave? It's not that I don't want to come back, It's just that I don't want to leave. I don't even mind the rain. Thank goodness it is only Tuesday. I just hope I have enough polaroid to last me the week. I miss you guys.