Sunday in Paris in August is little more than a throng of tourists all vying for their spot on the sidewalks, snapping photos and oohing over monuments. There is nothing inherently wrong with this, except for the fact that I'm only 14 inches tall and I blend into the sidewalk because I'm a striking silver color (some say gray, I say silver). So, I tend to get run down a lot by large crowds.
Nikki stopped into a pet store and bought me a rolling travel bag that actually fits me (I have another, but I'm way too big for it). I love riding in my bag because I get to save my energy for barking at bicycles. Because today is a little drizzly and overcast, we walked around the Louvre a bit, and then ducked into a Brasserie to have some nourishment (of which I only got the slightest bit of chicken).
When the sky cleared, we went to the bird market on the Ile de la Cite near Notre Dame. Not only do they have birds (which I don't care for), they have small furry creatures (which I do care for). Nikki did not buy me a single one of these snacks for sale. I would have happily taken a small bunny, a ferret, or even a mouse. But she just waltzed me on by the snack tables. When she wants to stop for crepes, we stop. I want a gerbil, and it's "walk on by." Nice, Nikki.
Pepper! You are so Chic! Ever the jet setter. Have fun with your mom.Love, Kathleen/Kate in Hell's Kitchen!
Posted by: Kate Greer | August 28, 2008 at 07:23 AM
Pepper - love the rain coat, it's hot! If Nikki won't let you have a gerbil, maybe she will let you have a little bite of crepe. You're ruling Paris! (:
Posted by: Alisha | August 11, 2008 at 09:18 AM