Paris the Fifth

This is an update of the amazing trip I took to Europe last summer. Slowly but surely I’m posting about every day I spent on that excellent continent. To read earlier updates, click herehereherehereherehereherehere and here. And here. And here and here and here and here and here and here.

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On my fifth day in Paris my true love gave to me—no, not really. Actually I don’t believe in true love. I just believe in the Regular kind. You either love somebody or you don’t. There’s no such thing as fake love, so how can any one love be truer than another? I don’t buy it.

At any rate, my Regular Love (Poor Kyle, the man I married) didn’t give me anything on my fifth day in Paris, so this has all been nothing but a complete and utter waste of your time.

On my fifth day in Paris I…

…marveled at the foot of the Hôtel des Invalides20110803-101845.jpg

…took pictures of beautiful meringues just because they looked pretty (I actually hate the taste of meringue in almost all its forms)…20110803-101706.jpg

…fawned over French graffiti [Pierre Yves c’est un artiste? You bet he is!]…20110803-101719.jpg

…and French figs…20110803-101731.jpg

…fell a little bit in love with this sky blue vintage Vespa…20110803-101744.jpg

…and then fell a little deeper…20110803-101753.jpg

…had a “speak to my soul” moment with the guy on the right in the sculpture behind me (Rodin’s The Burghers of Calais). (I stood there and looked into his eyes for nearly ten minutes and I think we pretty much bonded)…20110803-101801.jpg

…which bonding experience drained me so thoroughly that when I spotted one of these lounge chairs in Rodin’s garden…20110803-101818.jpg

…I didn’t even hesitate to plop my big American body right on down and lounge.20110803-101809.jpg

Also notable: my dream car in the flesh:20110803-101835.jpg

And the cute little car seat in the back that was nearly the same size as the Mini itself:20110803-101827.jpg

 

Oh yeah—and seeing The Thinker in real life.

That was all right too:

Seriously?

Seriously.

I have some bona fide Regular Love for the city of Paris.

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I'm Camille. I have a butt-chin. I live in Canada. I was born in Arizona. I like Diet Dr. Pepper. Hello. You can find me on Twitter @archiveslives, Facebook at facebook.com/archivesofourlives, instagram at ArchivesLives, and elsewhere.
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5 Responses to Paris the Fifth

  1. Ros says:

    Sounds like an awesome day. Is it just me, but my first thought on seeing that video was… why do they keep it outside? Surely the weather will damage it eventually!

    Great to see you posting regularly again!

    xxx

  2. I am so jealous of you right now that I may not even link you. Okay, fine, I’ll link you, but I’m still jealous!!!!
    You’re linked! (love the pictures!)

  3. Mariano says:

    I think that someone should set up a facebook group with this name “Pierre Yves is an artist”

  4. Pseudo says:

    A little jealous over here too. I hope I get to Europe before I’m too old to get around ; -)

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