My Whirlwind Tour of Gay Paree
Sunday: arrive with sefer torah, get picked up by Becky and a group from the Adath Shalom Est synagogue who bring us to the Adath Shalom Ouest synagogue to drop off the torah, a little tekes there then on to the hotel. Walked around, got some dinner, walked around some more, slept.
Monday: meet Becky before class to get her laptop, write a paper for two hours in a cafe while she's in class, then went to see the film "The King"--so creepy. Then walking around the Islands--Ile de la Cite and Ile St. Louis. Then climbing up the Eiffel Tower, dinner and chilling with Becky.
Tuesday: Versailles, then dinner with Becky's host family. They are super.
Wednesday: Notre Dame and the crypt underneath with remains of buildings going back to the Roman period, Berthillon sorbet, Pere Lachaise cemetery (Chopin, Jim Morrison, La Colette, Moliere, Oscar Wilde, and an impromptu tour from a nice little old French man), Hotel des Invalides, Musee D'Orsay, then dinner and "Niagara" at a small arthouse cinema in the Latin Quarter.
Thursday: Picasso Museum (they had a fire alarm and I was standing outside in the snow without my coat for 20 minutes), then a tour of the Jewish Museum with Philippe and Jean-Claude, two of the folks who met us at the airport. Then walking around Montmartre, enjoying the transvestites and sex shops, climbing up to Sacre Coeur, coffee in a student bar, then back to Becky's to continue writing and watch Olympic figure skating with her host family.
Friday: shopping for Shabbat, the Louvre (freaking amazing), making arrangements for Shabbat (all in French, might I add), lunch and then going over to the Adath Shalom Ouest synagogue for services. Dinner at the Rabbis with him, his awesome wife and two kids, president of the shul, his wife and son, German rabbi and her husband, and us. Then Becky and I walking over 3 miles in the rain back to the hotel.
Saturday: sleeping, eating pastries, walking to the Louvre, Tuilleries, Place de la Concorde, Opera, Centre Pompidou, cute markets along the way, then back to the hotel for havdalah, then hanging out at different bars near the Bastille, then nice walk back.
Sunday: left. So sad.
Overall, I had a blast and rocked the French language, if I do say so myself. It was great seeing Becky all Parisian and knowing how happy she is. And I love vacation, just walking around, drinking espresso, being free of responsibilities. Alas, I am back here and working on finishing that paper that I didn't quite complete when I was away. But we'll always have Paris...
Monday: meet Becky before class to get her laptop, write a paper for two hours in a cafe while she's in class, then went to see the film "The King"--so creepy. Then walking around the Islands--Ile de la Cite and Ile St. Louis. Then climbing up the Eiffel Tower, dinner and chilling with Becky.
Tuesday: Versailles, then dinner with Becky's host family. They are super.
Wednesday: Notre Dame and the crypt underneath with remains of buildings going back to the Roman period, Berthillon sorbet, Pere Lachaise cemetery (Chopin, Jim Morrison, La Colette, Moliere, Oscar Wilde, and an impromptu tour from a nice little old French man), Hotel des Invalides, Musee D'Orsay, then dinner and "Niagara" at a small arthouse cinema in the Latin Quarter.
Thursday: Picasso Museum (they had a fire alarm and I was standing outside in the snow without my coat for 20 minutes), then a tour of the Jewish Museum with Philippe and Jean-Claude, two of the folks who met us at the airport. Then walking around Montmartre, enjoying the transvestites and sex shops, climbing up to Sacre Coeur, coffee in a student bar, then back to Becky's to continue writing and watch Olympic figure skating with her host family.
Friday: shopping for Shabbat, the Louvre (freaking amazing), making arrangements for Shabbat (all in French, might I add), lunch and then going over to the Adath Shalom Ouest synagogue for services. Dinner at the Rabbis with him, his awesome wife and two kids, president of the shul, his wife and son, German rabbi and her husband, and us. Then Becky and I walking over 3 miles in the rain back to the hotel.
Saturday: sleeping, eating pastries, walking to the Louvre, Tuilleries, Place de la Concorde, Opera, Centre Pompidou, cute markets along the way, then back to the hotel for havdalah, then hanging out at different bars near the Bastille, then nice walk back.
Sunday: left. So sad.
Overall, I had a blast and rocked the French language, if I do say so myself. It was great seeing Becky all Parisian and knowing how happy she is. And I love vacation, just walking around, drinking espresso, being free of responsibilities. Alas, I am back here and working on finishing that paper that I didn't quite complete when I was away. But we'll always have Paris...
posted by Reb Kessel of Morningside Heights | 7:37 AM
2 Comments:
Sounds awesome!or is that a understatement?
Sounds great,
am jealous.
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