French Randomness
As much as I love maps, sometimes the best time to read them is after you've found something. That way, the all-important random wandering can take place, and you can still identify whatever you have just stumbled across.
I headed north up Rue Lepic this morning, heading for the trees barely visible at the end of the street. While looking for a spot to eat breakfast, I found Moulin de la Galette and Moulin Radet, and ended up in the Basilica du Sacre-Couer. Not a bad run, considering that I hadn't the foggiest idea what I'd find in that part of the city...
I'm a few blocks northeast of the Louvre at the moment, resting my legs and killing some time before I head out to the airport. In about five minutes, I'll finally have adjusted to using a French keyboard... just as I run out of time on this machine. Not long to go, now - back into the weird time-space vacuum of international airports, and then back home again.
I headed north up Rue Lepic this morning, heading for the trees barely visible at the end of the street. While looking for a spot to eat breakfast, I found Moulin de la Galette and Moulin Radet, and ended up in the Basilica du Sacre-Couer. Not a bad run, considering that I hadn't the foggiest idea what I'd find in that part of the city...
I'm a few blocks northeast of the Louvre at the moment, resting my legs and killing some time before I head out to the airport. In about five minutes, I'll finally have adjusted to using a French keyboard... just as I run out of time on this machine. Not long to go, now - back into the weird time-space vacuum of international airports, and then back home again.