We took the Metro into the heart of the City and walked into the usual throng around the Notre Dame. After some recon, we determined that there was a 2 hour wait to go up the tower (standing in the sun) and the Archaeological Crypt is closed on Mondays. I waited outside with the backpacks and sent Bob and the kids in to the church since the line was moving quite nicely.
Afterwards, we walked towards the Jewish Holocaust Memorial (also closed on Mondays) walking through the park at the back end of the church. It was lunch time and the park was FULL of children involved in some summer program as they all were wearing red baseball hats. There were a lot of kids and a lot of activity and I have no idea how anyone was making sure they didn't wander off.
These two boys were playing a clapping game similar to patty cake that involved spinning around in place and convoluted hand movements. They were quite intent on their game.
We then crossed the Petit Pont. This bridge connecting the little island in the middle of the Seine with the Left Bank was covered with padlocks. Here is a link describing why.
http://french-news-online.com/wordpress/?p=6063#axzz1QVcAeUn7 Cute concept but we were baffled by the plastic bags (yes, just like the little ones that you use to pick up your doggy's poop when you take him on his walkies) that were also tied in amongst all the locks. If anyone finds anything on line about these, please feel free to post in a comment. Then we'll ALL know.
A little further away from the Seine, we stopped for lunch at a nice little creperie called Creposuk. Yes, Don, that is how it was spelled and we can't comment on the pronunciation. How unfortunate for them that it doesn't translate to English speakers very well. Furthermore, there was a Chinese restaurant across the street called Palais de Grisirie. The temperature was not retreating, but neither were we. Up the hill to the Pantheon where it was relatively cool inside. This was originally a church dedicated to Saint Genevieve but was decommissioned in the late 1800's and now serves as a memorial to all the "great French people" such as Marie Curie, Victor Hugo, Voltaire, etc., who are now interred in the nicely chilled crypt below the building. Many of the occupants of the crypt were exhumed from other locations and re-interred in the Pantheon with great ceremony. We decided it was a great place to be on a hot day.
Justin and Bob through the scale model of the Parthenon.
After we had successfully dried the first (or was it the second) layer of sweat, we headed out into the bright sunshine and over to the Gardens of Luxembourg where we walked on the gravel paths and collected a fine layer of grit on our second or third layer of sweat.
Fortified by this hearty repast, we headed out to see the light show at the Eiffel Tower which provided the final layer of sweat for the day. I failed to get a photo of the light show, but I got a lot of really short little videos of it. Operator error. Got some great shots of the tower all lit up though. The other day, we were all talking about the color that they paint the tower. It's a non-descript blah-brown. Hayley suggested last night that maybe they pick that color because it illuminates so well. I think she's right!
Here's Hayley rocking that little Canon camera of hers. It doesn't have enough buttons and knobs for what she'd like to do with it, but she takes some great shots with it and she's got the intricacies of how it works down cold. I ask her camera questions all the time.
We walked back through the quiet streets and after a shower, will be fast asleep in no time at all. We are pooped. It has been another busy day. As Justin said at dinner, "If you aren't tired by the end of the day, you're just not doing something right." That's a fact.
So, Paris When it Sizzles. It was forecast to hit 95 degrees today and it is possible that it was even hotter. It's also a bit on the humid side. Tomorrow will be 10 degrees cooler and rain is possible. Hopefully, we won't feel like we're swimming down the sidewalk.
Steps logged today: 21,760. My calves can't decide if they want to keep going or reject the rest of the body that keeps abusing them.