Day 79 - Paris and Im not talking the Hilton variety either!

I had a relatively late night last night and as I mentioned Alister cooked dinner. I washed up which translates to: I put the dishes in the dishwasher. We watched the DVD, which translates to: he watched the movie; I fell asleep on the sofa 45 minutes into the movie. Alister stuck his fingers up my nose, which translates to: that’s how we have intercourse, by him putting his fingers up my nose. I stirred in my sleep and slapped him on the arm, which started a wrestling match, which I won as I grabbed his crown jewels and twisted them, as hard as I possibly could. Hilarious. Then saw me grabbing his jacket, shoes, wallet, mobile and keys and throwing them on my front lawn. I screamed out a “Good Night Alister!!!” and saw him hobbling out. Hahahaha I can’t stop laughing just thinking about it.

Love it!!! Who is the bitch nerd now Alister???

This morning I decided to stay indoors and clean, vacuum, iron and so forth. I am over housework. I want me a butler and a maid for Elvis. I then took my little man for a run and made it to 31 minutes of constant running. Its gotta be good.

Tonight’s plans are an early dinner and then my bestie V. and I are off to Southland Cinema Europa to go and see Le Vie En Rose the story of Edith Piaf.

I can’t wait to go and see it. I love Edith Piaf, she had a remarkable voice and I remember when I was backpacking through France, especially through the streets of Paris I had her blaring from my walkman (it would have rocked to have had an i-pod back in those days) Ahhhhh Pariiii the city that calls my name, the city that makes my whole body tingle with anticipation and quiver with delight. What I would give to go back there again. Maybe one day.

I remember walking through the streets of Paris and my eyes not being able to absorb as much as I wanted or as much as my brain needed to. My eyes would dart from one point to another point and sitting in cafes and looking at the gorgeous Eiffel tower. I actually met one of my dearest friends on the Eiffel tower.

I was up there with a group of people being the clown that I am renown as being and I see this blonde goldilocks of a girl come running towards me, she tapped me on the forearm and asked “Are you Australian? Is that an Aussie accent I just heard?” And my response was “Yeah! I’m an Aussie” and from that day we were inseparable. (Hey Annette!! How’s it going girl?) Annette lives in Sydney and we try and catch up at least once a year with either Annette coming to Melbourne or me flying to Sydney.

I digress…I love Paris and I love the culture and the people. Love it, love it love it. My addiction to caffeine was magnified whilst in Paris. Sitting in cafes and writing in my journal. People watching and listening to The Parisians speak. It’s such a sexy accent. I did something that I have always wanted to do as well I went and made a pilgrimage to the famous Père Lachaise cemetery in Eastern Paris. Took me forever to get there and I was accompanied by a travel buddy named Rhett. He refused to let me go on my own for fear of my safety (typical Police Officer I reckon) I remember I was stoked to finally see Jim Morrison from The Doors gravesite. There was his square tombstone with the Greek inscription on the head stone that reads Κατὰ τον δαίμονα ἑαυτοῦ, the inscription means "True to his own spirit". I also got to see Oscar Wilde, Jean de La Fontaine, Sarah Bernhardt, Maria Callas (amazing opera singer) Frederic Chopin, Auguste Comte, Edith Piaf and the first ever Moulin Rouge dancer which her name escapes me right now, and many more. I also searched for hours trying to find Mr. Louis Vuitton's grave site, but sadly I don't think he has been buried there. My plan of attack was that if he was buried there I was going to throw myself on top of his grave and scream out "Come back!! Come back!!! I need you back!!!!, I need you to make me a trunk, please!!!" Saw heaps and heaps of tombstones and spent many, many hours in the cemetery utterly fascinated.

If anyone is going to Paris and wants to do something different then let me know as I have a ton of interesting things to see and do in the beautiful Paris.

Well that’s the juice for today; I must get up and do something productive.

Ohhhh food wise…I had a V8 juice for breakfast, a cup of coffee about an hour and half later and lunch was about 4 spoonfuls of couscous. Dinner will most likely be some vegetarian dish at whatever restaurant we end up in.

Reney