We'll Always have Paris
I guess this is my last post about Paris, which means I get to start talking about a few of the day trips I've taken since, and Cardiff (of course).
I'm fairly certain the fact that I had a marvelous time has completely come through in these posts. I really did enjoy it, and I'd love to go back for longer. All joking aside, I'm toying with the idea of spending at least six months there at some point in the future. I have the ability to get my very own European Union passport, if I'm willing to. It's just a question of how much of my Canadian citizenship I'm willing to give up. I dream about taking some courses at the Sorbonne, finally actually becoming useful in French. I have an idea for a book that I think would do moderately well (the "cunning plan" that I'm not going into, simply because I think it sounds a bit insane -- yes, more insane than being an International Pastry Fugitive). I also want to see more, do more... spend more time in this country that, in my mind at least, is synonymous with culture. I have a running list in my head of things I missed out on, and the more I spend pondering it, the longer that list gets. I want to go back.
But, that aside, there were some silly things that happened that didn't make it into the big narrative. Like walking up to Chartres to see a group of men all dressed like knights preparing a mighty battle against a foe made of balloons. I sadly missed most of the actual battle, since it took place while I was staring in awe at the Cathedral, but I got two shots of the group of them. The orange weaponry just makes it for me.
I put up the last of the photos that I think are either good or interesting up on my flickr site. The last few by themselves here here (as the tag says, they are silly), and if you want to see the whole thing, check out my France set. I took a lot more than are on the site - over 300 photos, almost 100 of which were of the oustide of Chartres. If you feel a need to see them, do let me know, I'll be happy to email you a few. You can also read the whole thing in reverse order, since I nicely labeled them all as France.
The plane ride back to Glasgow was short - I think it takes less time to fly to Paris than it does to fly from Edmonton to Vancouver. I think next time I go, I might take the train, or the ferry, because flying makes everything seem a bit less anti-climatic.
As I said, it was a short flight. Of course, it was raining when I got back.
I love Scotland, because at least the weather can be fairly predictable.