This morning I headed out on a urban hike. The plan was to walk slightly up hill to Batignolles and then drift back down to Notre Dame. It didn’t happen like that. The old bat wore out. So, I came home. To the sans hot water hotel. The note (in French) said the city was shutting down the hot water for repairs to the system. That made no sense to me. Well, according to Google there are two large hot water aquifers under Paris and the city provides hot water, most of the time, to residents and businesses. Who knew? I sure didn’t.
so, on to the urban hike.
The first thing that amused me were the aforementioned shoes. But wait.
On the way up to Batignolles, I pass several blocks of dusty shops devoted to dusty old musical instruments.
And
Heading down I pass a tiny urban grocery. Gotta go in for a sandwich.
Swinging into the very high rent district. I find,
You all know where this is headed.
Wandering down towards the river, I see a museum.
Nicely dressed young women, some gay guys, and me. I really enjoyed it.
Bet you know where I went to eat my ham and butter sandwich.
I ate my lunch surrounded by school kids. And headed out to pay respects to Our Lady. But, I only made it as far as the cool footbridge over the Seine that I knew would lead me to my lodgings on 15 minutes.
My cold is no worse so I count that as a win.
And the hike was 7.23 miles. Not too shabby for 78 going on dead.