Day 4 of 30: Pinch me!

I have to get this off my chest…NO PANDORA!!! Apparently…”We are deeply, deeply sorry to say that due to licensing constraints, we can no longer allow access to Pandora for listeners located outside of the U.S.” Which lead me to check my Netflix account and…“Unfortunately your account is restricted to streaming only within the 50 United States and its territories.” I was crushed. No Netflix or Pandora for 30 days, now that may leave a scar. I’m left to console myself with yet another stroll in Paris. 

Being Monday, I had to take the most of my lunch break…6pm my time, noon Miami. And Boy did I!! It was a short 10 minute walk across the Seine to Notre Dame. I won’t fib, I had the hunchback on my mind since conception of the trek…it made me feel like I was about to discover the secrets of a fairytale. Gargoyles and all it most definitely succeeded. I’ve seen Gothic but nothing like this.  It’s a good thing I had not planned on having time to hang out because the lines were outrages . 

The best part was not in fact in the front but in the gorgeous back end of the building where there was a small park with street performers to boot. I’ll have to make my way back to make the line…there must be wonders inside.

From there I head back to my hood to wonder about the streets until it’s time to go home. No expectations here. Just a couple blocks in and I discover a terribly interesting building. A modern art museum...Centre d'Art Contemporain Georges Pompidou. On the back end it is completely different. With tubular exterior walkways ( for those of you not prive...check out my photo feed!)

All around the museum courtyard are people just hanging out and enjoying yet more street performers and the coolest water fountains I’ve ever seen, skull heads and all. There is a man in the park singing alone to his guitar Tom Petty’s Heartbreaker….Uhhhh!! I love that song. I can’t help but think that everything is exactly as it should be.

I finish up work and head right to the Latin Quarter. Narrow, cobblestone streets slammed packed with people. Every nationality! Italian, Greek, Vietnamese, Thai, Tibetan, Tunisian…I could go on and on….all these restaurants side by side. You know how you see a list of food categories and you wonder where the hell is there a Himalayan restaurant in your neighborhood?!? Well, every one of those exists and they exist here. It’s a true melting pot where everyone maintains their identity. The only real thing melding is the smells and they are playing perfectly. I could be here all night just sniffing. I wonder about, winding road after winding road. So much youth and so much life. It’s wonderful! I’ve not left and I want to be back already! On the way home, there is a string quartet playing in the plaza. Is this even real?!?