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Today there was work. Had pizza for lunch. Wrote out the postcards I'm sending, but didn't get to send them after work due to telephone call. But it's all OK. I'll send them tomorrow after lunch, or something. Next to no one gave me their address, so I just wrote up two, and that will be that, so there :-P
After work, I went to Montmartre. I wandered in the general direction of Sacre Cœur. It is large, pretty, and most importantly, on a big hill. Montmartre is the historical home of artists, and I had hoped to go to some of their museums. They all close at 18h, of course, so that was not feasible. Still, a very pretty section of town. It's very old, and has few cars driving it because of the crowds and the cobblestones. [Erin, you may wish to skip over this next bit because I know it may make you envious.] I had dinner at a Creperie that was also a piano bar. [Erin, you can come back now.] Dinner, therefore, was wonderful and delicious.
Walked down the mountain to find Moulin Rouge. I did. Took photos, and returned to the hotel. I was rather tired and I'd like to get slightly more sleep than I've been getting lately (~5hrs, thanks RIT for fucking with me biologically as well. Also, should I send you my dermatologist bills?). I'll finish up this entry, and then label the photos and head to bed. Maybe watch a little BBC World naked, as it is quite warm in Paris today.
Bon soir
After work, I went to Montmartre. I wandered in the general direction of Sacre Cœur. It is large, pretty, and most importantly, on a big hill. Montmartre is the historical home of artists, and I had hoped to go to some of their museums. They all close at 18h, of course, so that was not feasible. Still, a very pretty section of town. It's very old, and has few cars driving it because of the crowds and the cobblestones. [Erin, you may wish to skip over this next bit because I know it may make you envious.] I had dinner at a Creperie that was also a piano bar. [Erin, you can come back now.] Dinner, therefore, was wonderful and delicious.
Walked down the mountain to find Moulin Rouge. I did. Took photos, and returned to the hotel. I was rather tired and I'd like to get slightly more sleep than I've been getting lately (~5hrs, thanks RIT for fucking with me biologically as well. Also, should I send you my dermatologist bills?). I'll finish up this entry, and then label the photos and head to bed. Maybe watch a little BBC World naked, as it is quite warm in Paris today.
Bon soir
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Though the next morning was weird because it was still very dark out and my watch had a hand on the 1 and another on the 8 (and I can't distinguish the sizes in the dark and without my glasses), but as it turned out it was 8:05. Weird, huh?
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Anyways, here it stays light until after 22h. Really weird.
How could I avoid it?