Spring is here, the time when you can find flowers all over Paris. I always try and get photos of them each year.
I took my grandson up to Montmartre as most young people love it. It wasn’t as lively as it usually is. I hope they liked it.
I can never get tired of seeing the Eiffel Tower. It’s such an icon of Paris and a thrill, really, to be walking around and suddenly, there it is. I was in the area not far from it and took a few photos.
July 14th is Bastille Day in France which commemerates the storming of the Bastille with the ending of the monarchy and, eventually, the beginning of the Republique which exists today. It’s similar to the Fourth of July celebrations in the States. I used to miss the Fourth like crazy, along with Thanksgiving, when I first moved to Paris but those feelings have faded with time.
Our Bastille Day actually started on July 13. We went down the beach and had a huge drink with the sun shining on the water across the way. We went to the casino in town too and lost twenty euros in the slot machines.
The next day there was a huge military parade (the largest in Europe) in Paris. My favorite part is when the jets fly over with red, white and blue smoke behind them. As you can see, I took this photo of it on the TV.
The fireworks at the Eiffel Tower were just fabulous with special lighting that made it look like the tower was dancing and fireworks coming out that made it look like the tower was swishing her skirts or twirling a scarf. The fireworks must have lasted at least thirty or forty minutes and there was great music that played along too. One of these days I may get there in person although I hate crowds. We saw them from Montmartre once but it was too far away. This photo was from the TV too and doesn’t come close to showing how spectacular it was.
The other morning I got up and as I was spooning dry oatmeal into my bowl I was suddenly dizzy and the oatmeal went all over the counter top. I didn’t fall but I was really surprised. I remembered Maurice having vertigo and our trip to the ER in the ambulance a few months ago and was hoping I wouldn’t be doing the same. His vertigo turned out to be connected to mononucleosis of all things. I haven’t been sick so this was out of the blue. So I hoped it would pass and even went ahead and went to the Eiffel Tower to take photos. The next morning I was dizzy with the sort of “I had too much to drink” feeling which I, unfortunately, am familiar with so I went to our doctor. I hate going to the doctor. All of the ones I have been to here in Paris always overbook and it isn’t unusual to sit in the waiting room for well over an hour. The plus is that our doctor’s office is right across the street. I’m a bit suspicious of her although she claims to specialise in nutrition as she told Maurice, when he wanted to lose some weight, that he could have a baguette a day. Only in France, right? Anyway, she said she thought I had a virus infection of the middle ear. Did you know that there isn’t a word for dizzy in French? At least I couldn’t find one and Maurice came up blank with a French word. I looked it up in the dictionary and the translation said, “avoire la tete qui tourne”-my head is spinning. What I was unpleasantly surprised with is that my blood pressure was elevated. I have never had high blood pressure, always dead normal. She asked me if I exercised and I told her that I did aerobic classes five days a week and she told me that I was addicted to exercise-I know that is possible with other people but, believe me, that is not the case with me-and that I should cut down to two days a week. Hmmm. If you look up ways to lower blood pressure exercise is right at the top of the list along with losing weight. I do admit that three of the classes are really tough and I have to push myself to keep up. God, am I getting old? I’m thinking maybe of switching to yoga which seems a little less strenuous unless they want me standing on my head or something. I’m heading to the States in April so I won’t be doing the classes anymore in any case. Ah, life.
I went to the Eiffel Tower because in March some of the trees there bloom with pink flowers. I saw some photos on Instagram the other day and knew I had to get out there as those pink flowers don’t last very long. I took just about the very same photos last year. I can’t believe it is March already-and that it is almost over.
You will find Parisians sitting in those green chairs found in the parks and on grass every where enjoying the sun which we have in abundance at the moment.
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