Sunday, August 05, 2007

Crazy Lady Coming Through

Today started off in an idyllic way, grabbing a Velib bike from in front of Chris' apartment and heading toward the center of the city along the Canal St. Martin. It was a beautiful ride and the first thing I saw after leaving the apartment was...ponies!

I happened upon a market at Breguet-Sabin and bought a hat. I've been wanting a Panama hat but this was in a box marked "3 euros". How could I not? It's fun to hand over some change and walk away putting a hat on, especially when it instantly renders your outfit "crazy lady." I was wearing this beach dress I got in Bali and carrying several bags. I was also sweating maniacally. The heat was the thing that tipped the balance. My dress is black and so is my hair. I felt like a walking black hole, sucking the heat out of the air into a vortex of insanity. I stopped being able to think rationally. The hat just made it obvious.

What started off as a great ride this morning got frustrating when I realized that free museum day doesn't include the places I wanted to go (Dali museum in Montmartre, Centre Pompidou) so I visited a tourist booth to see what my options were. I decided on the Musee de l'Orangerie. And guess what? After riding a Velib for a while to get there (pant, pant) I circled for 90 minutes to park the thing. 90 MINUTES. I visited at least 4 stations, waiting for 10-20 minutes at several. This Velib situation is unbelievable but...I still love them! It's like having an unreliable boyfriend. The good times are so great.

I started doing the crazy lady shuffle, which I realized is the exact same thing as my morning shuffle (which Isaac always teases me for). Eyes half-closed, bottoms of the feet never technically leaving the ground. I was just so hot and tired. I decided I needed Ira Glass' voice to keep me in reality and laughed all the way through les Tuileries to this crazy short story by Nick Hornby. I sat staring at Monet's Water Lilies at the Musee de l'Orangerie for a really long time, just listening. Then I figured I had time for one more museum so I decided on the Musee de la Publicite (posters dating back to the 13th century) which is a specialty museum at the Louvre. When I got there, I found out that it's actually in a different location but I could not handle any more time outside. So I stayed where I promised myself I wouldn't go today. And yes, it was a zoo.

Coming home today, I picked up a Velib (flat tire, try again!) and took a detour through les Buttes Chaumont. I saw the ponies, a little girl being lifted off one of them. We'd all had a long day. Poor ponies probably felt as hot and crazy as I did. Now I'm listening to The Shirelles and I can hear the old man blowing his whistle in les Buttes Chaumont for everyone to get out before the gates close. I hope the ponies are comfy wherever they go back to.


Anonymous Jasmin said...

that pic of the monet at the Musee de l'Orangerie brought tears to my eyes. so beautiful.
glad you're having fun and seeing amazing, pretty things.

4:13 PM  
Blogger brizadventures said...

I love your writing. You are so hilarious...crazy lady coming through. I love that your hat totally signified your break from reality. I am laughing out loud reading these blogs. I am catching up! :)

5:29 PM  

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