Ghetto Living in Paris — Part Three

A view of the Eiffel Tower from the Avenue du Président Wilson exactly here. August 2010.

I am mostly putting this photo here so you know what this post is not going to be about.

The past month I spent more time than I really want to think about researching and constructing 100 word descriptions about the top sites and points of interest in Paris, France. One hundred of these 100 word descriptions later, I am a little sick of Paris, to be truthful. 

Hodge Podge, Redux

A thunderstorm approaches on Rue de Couronnes, 11th arr. Paris, Monday 29 March, 2010, in the evening, on the way to yoga class

I’m trying to get better about posting once a week. I realized this morning [ahem — this was started last Thursday — today is Tuesday] that means today I am due another post! And how can it already be APRIL? Wow. Now that each day represents proportionally less and less of my overall years, it seems like they fly past at warp speed. I envision my life as the Starship Enterprise with time being the escaping Klingon warship and my brain and body are Scotty, telling an impatient Captain Kirk, “I’m giving her all she’s got, Captain!” but getting to warp speed is a trial and only just happens at the critical moment.

Yeah, that’s how I feel about this blog, too. It’s a bit MacGyvered in some posts, huh. Sometimes I envision posts are stuck together with chewing gum and duct tape, and pieced together like a crazy quilt (I think I even entitled a blog post that way, huh), then launched out for god/dess knows who to read (well, except those of you I know who do because you leave lovely comments to say so). This will probably be another one of those… Get a cup of coffee or something for yet another one of my cobbled together and lengthy posts. 😉

Ghetto Living in Paris, Part 1

Outside our window at sunrise, 8:28 am, Tues. 9 Dec., 2009

Yes, sunrise is at about 8:30 am right now.  Check it out:

It’s a screen shot of this site: Time and date dot com – Sun & Moon.   Believe it or not, Paris is really far NORTH. Like As Far North as Canada North. Infoplease lists Paris as 48° 48N latitude, which compares to Cornerbrook, Newfoundland or Minot, North Dakota. We’re freakin’ north of Québec (city). No, it’s not Alaska North, but a lot more north than I think the average person realizes.

What this means is that we near the Winter Soltice and the days shorten, it is dark in the morning until 8:30 and beyond, and then sun goes down before 5 pm. It’s conducive to hibernating, something I do quite a lot of these days.