My Dream City -- Paris!

    We arrived  in Paris!!! The first night we got there, we moved into our little apartment and while Dad and Birch put the car in a legal pay parking, a half hour walk and hour drive away, Mom and I cleaned and put into order the apartment. The cielings were low in some parts (especially the door) and Mom, Dad and Birch kept hitting their head... Thankfully I'm still too shortin the main room!

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        On our first day we tried to wake up early, but only managed eight o'clock. Ugh! I was really frustrated, and even more when Mom and Dad stopped at . . .

_the ticket booth in the metro to get week pass (so useful - totally reccomend it). When we arrived at our first destination, I was really on edge, and we were just in time to meet what looked like a four hour line-up! I was really annoyed, but in five minutes we were already half way through! Birch and I got ourselves some crepes, the booth smartly set-up ten minutes into the line. Mom kept regretting not getting the Paris Pass, a pre-paid ticket for as many days as you'd like, and you can bypass all the lines for getting tickets... But when we finally got to the end of the fast line, we found out it was for security! Even with the Pass, we would've still had to wait... And there wasn't a line for tickets!
    To tell the truth, the Mussee D'Orsay was a little bit of a disappointment - I'd really been looking froward to the impressionist paintings, which I had developed an interest in, but soon found out that what I had really been expecting was called post-impressionism, or pointism. It really was a great art gallery, but I have always had that habit of raising my expectations to point where the drop changes my attitude a lot.
    The ground floor is filled with statues - amazing! The only picture we got was of a bust, with crazily realistic stone cloth draping itself around a moustached man.

    I walked around with Birch, and he drew such a good drawing of a Hercules statue, that even a stranger stopped by, gasping "Cest magnifique!" (Translation: It's magnificent!). We stayed about half an hour after that, before we got on the road for Sacre Couer, after having some crepes at a nearby take-away restaurant.
    It was beautiful - white church, white steps, white everything. I thought itwas really funny, though; there was a funicular going up a hill that could hardly be called a 'hill'! Sacre Couer wasn't really elevated from the ground below, but I guess it was, because it had an amazing view.

    We went inside, and it was magnificent! We lit a candle, and then wandered around a little, before leaving. There were a lot of street sellers outside, and one busker had real talent -- amazing skills with the soccer call, climbing polls and doing flips!

    We staying and watched a while, before it started to rain and we headed back down the slope, and walked around a really tourist-y area, we dozens of shops selling the same thing; cheap trinkets, hoodies, metal Eiffel Tower immitations, racks of key chains, prints of famous sights, barrets (!), and a tonne of scarves. I think Mom and Birch did some birthday shopping for me there (another story which I wil explain)...
    Then we went home, and had a peaceful sleep... Sleep... I am exhausted!
-Allie...
P.S. I'm warming up to french, but still too shy to converse with any french person... I can still speak the language well, but all the key words are missing.