Technological Difficulties

I had planned to have my entire trip
documented in beautiful photography,
and narrated with the
most amazing prose,
perching here on this particular
twig of a blog
by at least a week ago.
Once again the voo-doo
that is technology
has taken hold of my plan,
held it tight, and stuck at least
a thousand pins in it.

Hopefully, I will be able to find
that little doll soon,
remove all the pins,
and at last have a few entries here,
to record my lovely trip for posterity.

Posterity: thanks will be accepted in
the form of 'curly whirlys' and hugs.

I'd like to thank the person who made my trip to the UK and Paris possible...

the inventor of 'moleskin'...

deserves however many millions of dollars

(or pounds, as the case may be) they have made.

Moleskin made my feet fit for walkin, day in and out.

And walk we did.

Paris is not the city of lights, it is the city of steps.

422 steps to the top of the tower of Notre Dame

(I guess I don't have to say

that it was also 422 steps back down.)

At least twice as many steps to the entrance of the

'Sacre Couer' (Monmarte Cathedral)

at the top of the hill, a HUGE structure,

that softly glistened

 like an old, slightly worn pearl.

Topped with a huge dome-like roof,

it reminded me a little of the 'Taj Mahal'.

At the foot of the monument, a 2-story merry-go-round

 which, of course, Papa and Carson had to ride.

Then dinner from food carts on the cobbled streets,

crispy/chewy baguettes with cheese,

yummy crepes with nutella and strawberries.

Of course the real treasures of the day,

 my family, my little grandkidlets

.

So I'm greatful for moleskin, however,

it was Ron and the Grover family

who actually made this trip possible.

(But moleskin really does help!)