As I was walking along, I went by what I believe was the national assembly, and the sidestreets were surrounded by police in riot gear. Apparently there was some representative of the extreme right wing making an appearance, and the police were blocking many of the streets going towards the national assembly.
Siri, Who is giving me directions, got quite distressed but I wouldn't fall of them. But eventually we came to an agreement and after I walked by the Invalides with its impressive gold dome, St. Francis Church, St. Germain church (where they were tuning the organ), the Delacroix museum (with it's lovely garden), bistros, bars, cafés, restaurants, and so many boutiques, I arrived at arguably the most famous cathedral in the world. The pictures speak for themselves! And so I had perhaps the most expensive meal I have had so far this trip sitting literally in the shadow of Notre Dame under an awning, watching Paris walk and drive by me. If I wasn't actually here, I would not believe it myself.
I also had the curious experience of forgetting which language I was speaking. When the waiter brought my second course I replied Gratias Signor, laughed and said thank you very much. And then said Merci Monsieur. I said I had just spent six weeks in Spain, and I forgot what language I should use.
And then back on the Metro (and the Cluny Sorbonne station is quite lovely) to my B&B.
Today's Music: Non, je ne regrette rien (Edith Piaf)
Today's Paces: 16,141
Tomorrow's Prayer Intentions: Gratitude...hey, c'mon-I'm a guy that has waited until 60 to come to this amazing city
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