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Brief note tonight, since the otherwise ritzy hotel has internet ONLY in the lobby (wtf, in 2013?). I'm in Paris for a total of 17 hours 45 minutes, which once again proves that I am an incredibly stupid man. Should have just skipped it & gone on to London, where I'll have my first nap in a week tomorrow afternoon. For tonight, no show, no restaurant, just a store-bought sandwich in my hotel room and a good night's sleep, which should come easy after a walk up to Sacre Coeur and then back down through Montmarte. Those girls in the tiny black cocktail dresses would be freezing if they weren't drunk off their butts.
I did enjoy the extra hours in Marseille, though -- took the bus up to Notre Dame de la Garde, which has spectactular views of Marseille, the Vieux Port, the Chateau d'If and the Mediterranean beyond, and is windy as all hell. I also took the little toy ferry across the old harbor, all 206 yards of it. I think that thing is only running because it's in the Pagnol plays, which seem to be worshiped there.
Or you'd think -- I went into the tourist office and asked if they had a cafe set up to look ilke Cesar's cafe in the plays/movies, and the helpful clerk sent me a block uphill to a "very nice cafe, you will like it." I got there, and, yes, it's a very nice cafe. It's a cafe much like Cesar's cafe. Or like any cafe. I resisted the urge to march back into the tourist bureau and yell, "What did you think I was asking for? I want a TOURIST TRAP, dammit! I'm a TOURIST. I want to be TRAPPED, okay? If you were Venice you'd have FIVE of the damn things!"
Instead I bought three dishtowels. They fit in my bag, but it feels way heavier than from just adding three dishtowels. Maybe the guilt I'm carrying from almost abusing a tourist clerk.
I did enjoy the extra hours in Marseille, though -- took the bus up to Notre Dame de la Garde, which has spectactular views of Marseille, the Vieux Port, the Chateau d'If and the Mediterranean beyond, and is windy as all hell. I also took the little toy ferry across the old harbor, all 206 yards of it. I think that thing is only running because it's in the Pagnol plays, which seem to be worshiped there.
Or you'd think -- I went into the tourist office and asked if they had a cafe set up to look ilke Cesar's cafe in the plays/movies, and the helpful clerk sent me a block uphill to a "very nice cafe, you will like it." I got there, and, yes, it's a very nice cafe. It's a cafe much like Cesar's cafe. Or like any cafe. I resisted the urge to march back into the tourist bureau and yell, "What did you think I was asking for? I want a TOURIST TRAP, dammit! I'm a TOURIST. I want to be TRAPPED, okay? If you were Venice you'd have FIVE of the damn things!"
Instead I bought three dishtowels. They fit in my bag, but it feels way heavier than from just adding three dishtowels. Maybe the guilt I'm carrying from almost abusing a tourist clerk.
