Saturday, November 21, 2009

The Navagatrix

Spouse now calls me the Navagatrix. It's because I'm good with a map and have yet to get us lost. He on the other hand? Not so good with a map.

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See? Good with a map.

In other news, we have been bombarded and almost tricked into all three of the "Paris Tourist" scams. If you're up for seeing what they are, go here.

Today we had grand plans. We were going to head west and visit the American Cemetery in Normandy. After carful scrutinizing research from la Navagatrix (moi), we decided against it. Visiting Norman would consume 5 or more hours on a train. We only have three full days here so spending 5 hours on a train isn't worth it.

Instead we visited the Grand Palais only to discover it was full of Tony Hawkites. There's a Palais across the street from the Grande called the Petite Palais. It's tiny. Prolly only covers one square block instead of three. Prolly has a complex being next to the Grande one.

After the Tony Hawk exhibit, we jumped on a train. Spouse and I had argued that morning and figured we go to Versailles and sign a treaty. Sadly, they have no treaties to sign but they did have treats! We had treats.

This whole trip has been a treat. Treat. Treat. Treat.

After roughly four hours at Versailles we came home. We both ate beef for dinner and a sausage for dessert. Figured India would be unable to provide either of those items sans expunging bacteria. We also had salad. India won't have salad without bacteria either.

To end the day and trip we stopped at the base of the Eiffel Tower. It is a sight. I took at least 100 pictures. Scuffed up my shoes doing it too. Ah well. We won't be back. Incidentally, "we won't be back" has been the trip motto. We've made our decisions with that in mind.

Tomorrow is a big day. We plan patronage aboard Etihad airlines with six hours to Dubai, 2 hours wait, then 3 more hours to Mumbai. We will check into a hotel in Mumbai for about 5 hours then return to the airport for one last 35 minute airplane ride.

We are preparing for culture shock.

How 'bout more photos?


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The Grand Palais.


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The Petite Palais. See? Tiny.


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Check out the Tony Hawk miniatures.


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Chateau du Versailles.


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Some broad er.. I mean bride... gettin' married at the Chateau. No fair.


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Look Ryan!? Scaffolding.


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All the Louis' had fancy door knobs with their initials.


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Louis gets a naked guy to do his makeup every day. No fair.


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Inside the Castle du Goliath.


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Silhouette of Spouse

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We got a new room with a big bed! It's huge.

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India meds. Started 'em yesterday.

9 comments:

hillene said...

and the man doing the make up has developed muscles. Do you think the make up is heavy? Or did he do p90x?

hillene said...

i want to know what scam happened to you??

Winder said...

Will you be selling prints of your photos upon return? I am loving them and must have one no matter the cost. Ok, the cost does matter--sure do love them.

Jessica said...

fantastic pics.

what's up with the little Tony Hawks in Perry? Seems odd, no?

Lars said...

Dang that bed takes up the entire room. You should have titled it this is where the magic happens, or moaning. Sure we could have found something to rustle Ryan's feathers and have him hunt down verbiage substitutions.

Ryan said...

yay versailles. my wife and i were lucky enough to visit perry and surrounds under quite similar circumstances (though our ultimate destination required far less inoculative measures). to keep costs down we turned what points we could assemble from work stays into two complimentary nights. selections were sparse, but somehow this p'lace was among the available options. the property was lovely but we could (in good conscience) afford virtually nothing onsite (we’re talking €17 pomme frites), so we found sustenance elsewhere, enjoying our first (and yet to be duplicated stateside) croque-monsieur in town. as basic as french “cuisine” could get – ‘twas the nectar of the gods at the end of a long day of walking, snapping pictures, walking, raining, walking, haggling, and walking.

lol sorry ‘bout the scaffolding. perhaps we can exchange pix of n.d. for whatever part of klf’s domain that mess is covering up.

thx for the thought, lars; afraid there's simply no topping “navagatrix.” navagatrix: taking directions to another level. specialty: spouse & maps.

incidentally our “big bed” in versailles amounted to two twin beds pushed together. pas conducive.

Tia said...

This is such a treat for me to experience your trip through your blog! Thanks for sharing! More, more! :)

Julie said...

These pictures make me fantasticaly jealous.

The MacMizzles said...

So, the shirt is more than fabulous!!!! I am so happy you get to have this experience. (Sorry for the exclamation points) It's sincere though