Wednesday, September 19, 2012

The best view in town

I visited Sacré-Coeur yesterday! It takes 3 different trains to get there. A long train down to a large train station called Gare Du Nord, then a quick metro ride up one station, and then another metro ride west one station. Honestly, I could have walked from Gare Du Nord, but I wasn't wearing the right shoes for that.

I also wasn't wearing the right shoes for climbing stairs....



This thing was massive. I felt like if I looked up at it, I would fall back and roll down all those stairs I just climbed.


I don't trust people to take pictures of me with my camera, but a girl about my age trusted me to take a picture of her with her iPhone. That's only when I ask someone to take a picture of me.



And that's the view of Paris! I had no idea where anything was because there were too many people in front of the map that points to where the monuments are. All I know is that of all things, you can't see the Eiffel Tower from there.


The lighting outside was just right to make the Sacré-Coeur almost disappear.



Today was a slow day. I woke up this morning wanting to make an apple cobbler because the mom bought a huge box of apples at the grocery store. Not sure why she wanted 20 apples...but when life gives you apples, lets hope you have lemons, sugar, and cinnamon too. So all American apple cobbler was made. Agathe helped me make it. She's a pro at stirring, so I handed her the ingredients to stir up. 


We added some almonds on top! It turned out amazing! There was hardly any left. and Yes, I did finish it off after dinner.


Before Lunch though, the mom's parents came over. They live about an hour away really close to Versailles. They were very nice people! The mother spoke with me a lot in French and in English. The both of us carried on a conversation in half French, half English. She challenged me a little by speaking a lot in French, repeating herself when talking, and explaining things as she's talking, so I honestly learned a lot from her in the small amount of time we got to talk. It was simply because she talked a mile a minute but very clearly. I can make her an apple cobbler any day as long as she comes over and starts talking. She was a lot of fun.


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