The Romance of Jet Lag

Kari and I celebrated our 20th wedding anniversary on October 11, and I surprised her with a quick trip to Paris and Tuscany. I bought a cheap camera phone before we left, and learned how to use it en route. Reproduced below are a few of the photos that survived the trip.

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Welcome to the City of Light!

What a magnificent city is Paris! I can see why the world flocks here. The culture, the palpable sense of artistic freedom and creativity, the reasonably-priced armadietti in the larger train stations. We had taken a bus from the airport to Gare de Lyon station, then hiked nearly a kilometer to Gare de Bercy, where we were to catch the overnight train to Italy, then hiked back to Gare de Lyon when we discovered that Bercy didn’t have any lockers in which to stow our bags. Kari loves this picture, because it captures her hovering just off the ground while she sorts out what we want to carry with us on our ten remaining hours in Paris. Probably her ability to levitate led to her unfortunate choice of footwear on this particular day (see the post Kari’s picture probably turned out better…” below).

Kari’s picture probably turned out better…

The classic tourist image of another tourist (Kari) taking a picture of the same thing. When you factor in Kari’s shadow, we get a tantalizing glimpse of infinity…. We had set out on foot from the train station (after checking our bags) to start our touristing-in-earnest at Notre Dame. There it is, at last! It actually wasn’t that long a walk–just a couple kilometers–but it seemed longer due to lack of sleep and food, and inadequate footwear. Kari had never before had trouble with her comfy clogs, but on this day she quickly developed a blister which she didn’t notice until it had burst with alarming amounts of multicolored fluid and pain. Note the sock on her right foot: I had a Curad brand adhesive bandage in my pocket, but it wouldn’t stay on without help. I’m sure the two of us represented our nation well, wandering a foreign capital, each of us wearing a single sock, apparently to designate our non-dominant foot.

Gargoyles Aplenty

Playing around with the new camera phone, I tried several times to get a good picture of the gargoyles on the exterior of Notre Dame. This particular picture, I think, was taken after I had discovered that I had a “zoom” feature on the camera. What a difference!

Amadeus is everywhere!

As we entered Notre Dame, we saw the first of many posters announcing concerts, performances, etc., celebrating Mozart’s 25oth birthday. Just before we left home, the North Salem High choir director had asked Iain to portray the composer as host of the NSHS Fall Concert, “Happy Birthday, Mr. Mozart.” Perhaps it’s because we were tourists and therefore somewhat more likely than most to be visiting “cultural” sites, but Europe seemed to be much more aware of the anniversary than, say, the central Willamette Valley in Oregon, where we hadn’t heard a thing before Iain received his invitation.

One for Iain…

Our son is a big fan of dragons, but we were hoping that didn’t mean he’s just a fan of big dragons (my teenspeak is almost as weak as my French), so we captured this shot just outside the main door of Notre Dame cathedral, on the left side as you’re facing the building, pleading for sanctuary.