Written on 29 June Sunday

Last day in Paris...

Woke this morning and was out at 10am. I wanted to have a French breakfast experience and so I popped by this restaurant which I’ve seen a couple of times.
Went in and didn’t quite know how to order. There were only 2 staff. One at the counter taking orders and preparing drinks. The other went about serving food and clearing tables. Both were elderly men but as quick as possible on their feet (and hands).

It was impossible. I could not get their attention. I spoke to them and was ignored. There were many others piled up at the counter trying to get stuff done.
I gave up. Went to the nearby train station and to a little café it had inside. Had a mini breakfast of a croissant and a tea. Far from what I’d imagined of a sausage and eggs breakfast in the other place haha…

Went to the highest point in Paris today. It’s called Montmarte. I was huffing and panting by the time I got out of the train station. It was really a “stairy” experience.

Because Montmarte is a hilly area, to get out of the station, I had to climb like 5 flights of a spiral staircase before I reached the exit at the top. Of course, only dumb tourists would do that. By dumb tourists, I mean myself and an American couple. The smart locals all took the lift. Which I discovered when I reached the top and to my right a lift door opened and the smart locals filed out of it. TMD.

And then there’s this famous church at the top of the hill overlooking the whole of Paris. It’s called the Basilique de Sacre Coeur. The view was amazing, pretty cool actually. There were painters sitting there, some armed with brushes, others armed with charcoal, and some others armed with just a pencil, sketching, painting, outlining what they see of the city.

I attended mass today. Well part of it, was there for close to 45 mins. Couldn’t take pictures because they were pretty strict there. Women who were in spaghetti tops were not allowed to go in till they had on their cardigans or jackets.

The priest spoke in French of course. I couldn’t understand a word of what he was saying except for a few words here and there. But it was still not enough to allow me to comprehend his entire sermon. There was quite a lot of nuns garbed in their cloaks as well. And then they sang..it didn’t matter they were singing in French or what…it sounded nice. Haha…

Went back to my hotel area for a nice lunch. Think I had indigestion or something. Tummy wasn’t doing too good. Went back to the room to rest & sleep it off. By the time I woke, it was already 530pm. Decided not to go out anymore and stay in the room.
Had my last cup noodles..hehe laksa flavour..bathed and then watched the Euro Final.

Woot! Spain won! Haha…till here…