What is up, my various 'home slices'?

Another day in Paris.

*YAAAAAAWN*

WHO AM I KIDDING PARIS IS AWESOME.

Dad was feeling under the weather this morning. It was still raining. Everything was cold and dreary.

But Alberta was getting a snow storm, so I felt GREAT. :D

We started off early. My mother had this great plan that were going to hit this church (Sainte-Chapelle) and then head to the George Pompidou Centre (read, modern art). Upon hearing her plan, my father and I decided to conspire against the George Pompidou idea and flee into the night.

It didn't entirely work out as planned.

First we went to Sainte-Chapelle, a 13th century church a wee jaunt away from Notre Dame.

I gotta say, although I liked Notre Dame just fine, and thought it was all impressive and stuff, I think I liked Sante-Chapelle better.

13th century church, with AMAZING stained glass. Simply amazing. The church was super basic in layout (which I liked) with painted walls and ceiling in delicate, diverse but complimentary patterns. Lots of gold, but I felt it wasn't overdone, as it was in Versailles.

It was stunning to look at all that stained glass and think about the people who made it, way back when. I read some of the literature available, and it said that two thirds of it was still original. It got pretty badly damaged during the Revolution, but was all restored now. They very painstakingly restored every single window, all the leading, and all the iron support bars.

The windows were TALL too, and there were fifteen of them, all the way around the church.

And they were ALL different. Entirely. Only the colours were the same.

Each window was a story out of the bible.

It should be noted that one window was two tall panels capped with a single round piece.

Anyway. Nuts.

Loved it.

(Here, read about it: CLICKY CLICKY CLICKY )

Upon leaving my dad says: "Ooooh nooo! I am a delicate flower and I am getting a cold! Boohoohoo!"

Exactly like that.

And I whisper: "DAD! DON'T LEAVE ME TO THE CLUTCHES OF MODERN ART!"

And he says: "HAHAHAH! SUCKER! I'M GOING TO GO EAT PUDDING AND HAVE A NAP WITHOUT YOU!"

Jerk.

So dad leaves. I find myself a sandwich. Mom and I trundle off to the George Pomideu Centre.

"Oooh, Metisse!" my mother says.

"......" I say.

We head inside, me with some trepidation.

"I'm going to get an audio guide!" my mother cries with delighted enthousiasm.

"I'm going to put a gun in my mouth," I say.

Okay, maybe I didn't say quite that.

But we arrived and came face to face with my nemesis, Picasso.

"Yay!" says mom.

"I'm going back to the hotel," says Rosie.

"But---" says mom.

"-_-" says Rosie.

To be fair, I did walk the whole museum first, and there was, in fact, a few pieces I liked. There was a Dali I enjoyed, and a few Kandinskis. There was an interesting mushroom sculture, and this thingie:

It was all pieces of coloured aluminium rivetted together to create this great amorphous sculture that you could stand inside.

I kinda liked that one.

There was a canvas painted blue that made me want to beat my face into a wall.

There were three canvasses painted black that made me want to beat my face into a wall all over again.

My mother made noises about me 'expanding my mind' and 'appreciating new things'.

I looked.

I really did.

Still made me want to beat my head into a wall.

You know what WAS fun to look at, though?

The young, hyperventilating art students getting all moist over a scribble on a canvas.

Anyway. Here is a picture of the sun coming out on Paris, with wee wee Sacre Coeur up there on the hill:

This picture looks way better bigger.

I took about a bajillion of these, because I liked the way Sacre Coeur would light up when the city was all dark, or vice versa.

Man, I wish I had a better camera, with a tighter zoom lens.

(HEY TYNE YOU SHOULD TOTALLY GIVE ME YOUR CAMERA. :D)

(NO?!)

(Pooper.)

After I ditched my mom and all that crappy modern art, I bought a lot of postcards, got delightfully lost, bought some bread with walnuts in and a can of beer, and have been talking to cute boys on the internet ever since.

Okay. One cute boy. But that's enough.

SEE YOU TOMORROW, ALL OF MY VARIOUS MINORITY FRIENDS.

(Oh, I ALSO had pudding and a nap. TAKE THAT, DAD.)