Note: I've saved a couple of posts waiting until I could figure out French Wi-FI (or as they say, "Wee Fee". It's all over town, and by day three, I still haven't figured it out. And Paris has no Apple Store. So here are the first few posts - I'm hoping to load photos! So here goes - something, I hope!
This morning, I got off of United Airline's flight 914 looking like your typical jet lagged, disheveled tourist. And this is a city that does not look kindly on disheveled. So it was off to the Evers apartment on Rue de Rennes!
I got there and was enchanted by the beautiful architecture, not only of this mid-1800's charmer, but also the buildings all around!
Then it happened. I pulled out my key, and it did not open the front door. Oops! I noticed a touch pad and then remembered that Donna had given me a code to get in. Oh well, I would wait a minute until someone came out the door, I would explain my situation in my very best garbled French, and they would let me in.
An hour later, feeling like a homeless person on the sidewalk, I decided to try to call Donna (it was about six in the morning in DC) but my I-Phone gave me a "No Service" message!
What? I spent half an hour on the phone Sunday getting it set up! Grrrrr! So I'd have to use a pay phone. Well, good luck with that one, Pat! The directions are in, guess what??? French!
By a miracle, I found a "Telephone Store" open in Paris on Easter Monday, a major French holiday! But the clerk didn't speak a syllable of English, and my French was not up to this transaction. But another customer in the store told me to give her the number. We went outside and she called Donna for me using some kind of magic, and I got the code to open up the huge wooden doors.
So my new best friend was on her way to the abbey at St. Germaine for Mass, and she asked if I wanted to go. We did, but got there a bit to late for the services. But I did take her to lunch at Les Deux Magots, a cool little cafe where famous writers used to hang out.
And thanks to my angel of mercy, I'm inside, no longer a homeless American in Paris. But I can't get the Mac to pick up the WiFi. Oh. well, I'll figure it out later!