Paris Part Duex

We did bring a map our second day in Paris, but ended up "gumping " it once again!

Being directionally challenged in your own language is tough enough but trying to figure out where to buy your train tickets, find a ticket kiosk that will take your credit card, discovering that none of your cards have a euro chip (who knew that chips have a cross cultural difference!) digging through your collective purses for the exact amount of euros, fighting with the lady at the cafe stand who refuses to give you change in coins even after you buy a stupid croissant, figuring out what the ticket kiosk wants from you, finding what track your train is on, and asking everyone "Is this the train to Notre Dame?", in a foreign country is a challenge of epic proportions!

All that and we made it to Notre Dame!

There was a bread fair in a tent across from Notre Dame. The aroma was heavenly!

We strolled the streets of Paris and found ourselves in the flower district. It smelled nice but the bread tent smelled better!

The bridges over the Seine are beautiful!

Each one unique with their decorative flourishes.

Kiosks along the Seine sell a variety of items. This particular area sold books and magazines.

This picture got me in trouble with the kiosk owner. Not sure if I was infringing on Jules Verne copyrights or if the kiosk owner was just a mister grumpy pants. Anyhow, I can add getting kicked out of an open air kiosk to my list of experiences.

A two story carrousel! Those Parisians know how to take going in circles to a new height:)

All this walking around combined with  the bread tent aroma and getting yelled at in French by a grumpy pants book seller made me really happy about my chocolate mousse!

Walked around some more and discovered an art nouveau inspired metro  tunnel!

So on the left of the metro "Metropolitan " there were energetic break dance performers. Across the street there was this beautiful fountain and next to the fountain there was..,,

This fire tuba ( sorry I don't know the names of horn instruments so this could be a trombone or a French horn but whatever it is, fire was coming out of it !).

All this activity on one corner but the most memorable moment for me is Michelle discovering tangerines on the street and proceeding to eat one! Evidently tangerines are expensive here. As she was peeling the tangerine, Michelle explained that she paid 2 euros each for the last tangerines she bought. I get it. But when she offered me one, I realized that I would rather pick up 2 euros off the street and pocket them than eat tangerines I found on the street. C'est la vive! (Isn't that a French saying? I hope so. I hope it's relevant to what I'm writing about. I hope I spelled it right. What does it even mean ?)