Notre Dame

She' not really ours, but who wouldn't feel a touch proprietary by this charming little chapel.  Lets be real, speaking as a Jew, the Catholics really know how to created a sense of awe in the public mind. Going into Notre Dame is a remarkable experience, even in this age of tv and CGI.  The windows alone leave the jaw agape. There are the statues, the paintings, the tapestries and most of all the splendor of the architecture.  Jews focused on the splendor of God and in that everyone should be awed. For all the show biz personalities we've racked up, it's amazing that we forgot that spectacle sells.

Na and I also walked about the area we're staying in.  Our street, Rue de Montorgueil, is known as one of Paris' market areas.  It is busy with cafes, brasseries, bistros and restaurants. There's also a fish market, several fresh produce markets, a couple of butchers, a cheese shop, a patisserie and a couple of boulangeries.  It's all lovely and very Parisian. 

We had dinner au plein air at a brasserie sitting, as is customary, both facing out so that we could be seen and could see.  It started to rain, forcing us to move further under the awning and creating a bit of camaraderie  with some of the other customers.

Then it as back to our garret - Did I mention that we're in a garret? Did I mention that I think the French call the 2nd floor the 1st in an effort to fool you into thinking that your 7th floor walk up is only six floors up? Let's call their language "Freedom" in protest. - which is owned, appropriately enough, by an artist. She's off in Provence opening a solo show, so we haven't met her. I'm disposed to like her, even though she threw in that extra floor when we weren't looking.