SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 21, 2008

Sunday, a day of a relaxing morning doing not much of anything.

Yesterday. we talked about a "manifestation". It turns out the Bastille was the end of an eight hour parade called the "Techno" Parade. An announcement in "Le Parisien", a newspaper, reported that the parade had limited the decibel level to 105, and organizers had distributed 100,000 ear plugs because there would be a lot of "music". Not my kind, probably. Most of the participants and observers were of a younger age.

We learned something very interesting. As you aware, the building we are in had a new elevator installed during the summer and was finished just before we arrived. As with all co-ops, improvements or repairs are paid for by assessments to the owners. What is so interesting is that when it is a new elevator, the higher your apartment is, the more the assessment. Those on the ground floor pay nothing, or next to nothing, while those on the top floor pay the most. Interesting concept. I wonder if that applies to a new roof.

In the afternoon we took the Balabus to the American Cathedral on the ave. George V.

This is the cathedral of all of the American Episcopal churches in Europe. By the way, the Balabus is a combination bus line that goes from one end of Paris to the other on Sundays during the summer. It is a lovely ride where you see many things.

At the cathedral, we attended the Sunday afternoon Evensong. The service was preceded by an organ recital by the cathedral organist. We have attended Evensong at Canterbury Cathedral once a year for many years and I can say that I much prefer the English version. We took the Balabus back to the apartment. Fortunately, the bus stop was close to the apartment and so was the cathedral.

This evening we are to dine out and we are going to try a new place. It is called Chez Paul. It is only a 10-15 walk from the apartment so you could call it local. It was a very old style bistrot, see the photo below.

The food was basic bistrot-style food but very good. We finished it off with "les profiterolles", which if you do not know, is a type of cream puff, filled with vanilla ice cream instead of cream, and covered with hot chocolate sauce. We shared three of them. The price was right, also. We certainly will return. By the time we left, practically the entire, rather, large restaurant was full.





We had a pleasant walk back home. I am calling it "home" now. Is that an omen, or not?