Sun, Sep 6, Paris: I had kind of wanted to see a
ballet while here. But, after checking, there is nothing I wanted to see—on
point, that is. But, last night while surfing the French TV channels, voila! A
ballet was being presented in its entirety. Very unusual--sort of Arabian
Nights on point. Beautiful costumes and a wonderful orchestra. The theater was
probably L’Opera here in Paris. Mikey lucked out. He didn’t have to get dressed
up to attend a ballet. Meanwhile, back to reality, our first priority is to do
some laundry, now that we found out where the laverie is. We have to buy some
laundry detergent first. Maybe the little grocery next to the hotel.
Later: Luckily, the little grocery store next
to the hotel had the detergent we needed. So, off we go. We missed the laverie
somehow and ended up way down the block. But there were some neat galleries in
the area. Back on track and found the laverie. Of course the place is slammed. It’s
very small anyway and very narrow, so everyone was getting in everyone else’s
way. Here, you put your clothes in the washer, then the soap, then go to the
payment kiosk, enter the number of your machine, then put in 4 euros, and
voila! The machine starts. Same thing with the dryer. After getting our clothes
in the dryer, we headed across the street to a little cafe and had some
breakfast—a croissant and coffee/tea. Then back to fold our clothes and back to
our hotel and put everything away. Hung around for a while and then up to the
rooftop bar for a drink and then out for a sandwich which we brought back to
our room. Except for the laverie experience, it was a nice relaxing day.
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| The Paris Metro. |
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| Dichotomy of the rooftop chimney pots and a TV antenna. |
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| At the rooftop bar. |
