Okay, our Internet access has been terrible. Apparently, in world-class cities at the heart of first-world, well developed countries--the kind we haven't spent much time visiting--there aren't Internet cafes around every corner and "free" wifi is a myth. We spent a lot of time at a Starbucks a few nights ago ponying up for Internet access every half hour, and getting kicked off about every 15 minutes, only to now find that the posting we labored over never successfully uploaded. The pictures, we already knew, had failed. So we finally broke down tonight and paid the 20 euros (that's about 30 bucks, folks) for 24 hours of Internet access from the room, and I'll take a few minutes here before we crash at the end of the day to put up the posting I tried to two nights ago. The information is old, but better than what's even older, so here you go. I'll work on those pictures in the morning...
(roll old news now:)
This is finally our first--and what may be our last--posting from Paris. Internet access is hard! In third-world countries you can find Internet cafes everywhere. So...sorry. And we're opposed on principle to paying $30 for 24 hours of access in our room. So we're finally tucked into chairs at a Starbucks, paying by the half hour and trying to ignore the glass case full of pastries beside us. And those pastries look nothing like the ones in an American Starbucks.
From Strasbourg we rented a car for a couple of days and headed into the Alsatian countryside and explored a sampling of the incredibly picturesque villages strong along the Route du Vin. (You should be able to translate that easily enough.) A picture or two should give you an idea of what I mean by "picturesque."




(This is really why we came...)
After that, it was back to Strasbourg to catch the train to Paris, where we've been happily settled ever since. Our hotel is on the Champs Elysees, so arrival night we had time to head up to the Arch du Triomphe and over to the Seine a view of the Eiffel Tower, and take a few "prove you were there" pictures.


The next morning we were up and out early, exploring in the other direction toward the Place Concorde, the Tuileries garden, the Louvre, then across the river to Notre Dame, then into the Palais Royal neighborhood to meet a local man who leads walking tours of his neighborhood. We had a great afternoon exploring the passages and back streets, then collapsed that night pretty sure we'd walked at least the better part of a marathon.

(Notre Dame. It's really big.)

(One of the city's passages--little shop-lined covered walkways between blocks)

(with Jean-Claude, our neighborhood guide, in front of the Louvre)
Sunday we went straight to St. Sulpice church to catch an organ recital that follows the first mass of the morning. We climbed up to the organ loft and met the organist--only the 12th in the organ's history. This is a job you don't leave if you've got it. From there it was Sunday afternoon in the Luxembourg Gardens, where Parisians were strolling, sitting in the sun, and watching children ply toy sailboats across the pond. (Note: Everyone around here speaks French. Really well. Even little children. And when they do, especially when they're running around a pond with long sticks chasing toy sailboats, it's ADORABLE.) We happened upon another organ recital and choir concert at St. Germaine des Pres. Lucky.

(The organ of St. Sulpice...
and the man who plays it:)

Because it was a beautiful day we thought we'd check out the lines at the Eiffel Tower, expecting them to be impossible late on a beautiful Sunday afternoon. Actually, not a problem, at least for folks like us who want to WALK up. Uh-huh. That's right. We got to see a lovely run-in between the cashier and some gypsies who were trying to cheat an extra person in (didn't work), then got some great pictures and incredible views. From there, we took a riverboat cruise as the sun was setting and the city lights were coming on. Kinda great, there.

(Climebed the stairs to avoid the crowds. You can go about 360' up and then there are no more stairs. 669 steps to be exact!)


Today, the Louvre this morning (part of it, folks--you can live here your whole life and not see everything), then a walking tour of the Latin Quarter, some laundry, and an evening at Starbucks taking care of Internet business. So from now until Starbucks closes...pictures. Tomorrow, Versailles! Adieu!
