I was flying into Chicago at night
Watching the lake turn the sky into blue-green smoke
The sun was setting to the left of the plane
And the cabin was filled with an unearthly glow
In 27-D, I was behind the wing
Watching landscape roll out
Like credits on a screen
The earth looked like it was lit from within
Like a poorly assembled electrical ball as we moved
Out of the farmlands into the grid
The plan of the city was all that you saw
And all of these people sitting totally still
As the ground raced beneath them thirty thousand feet down
Well, replace "Chicago" with "Paris" and you've got the beginnings of the Honeymoon Hullabaloo (not to be confused with a Brouhaha, HB). I would love to write up a full-blown travelogue of the three weeks we spent in Europe, but I have neither the time nor the creativity to do so. Instead, I'll offer you bite-sized reports. Well, make that nibble-sized. Mouse-nibbles at that.
So. We arrived in Paris on a Monday and in order to stay awake and adjust to our new time zone, we spent the day promenading around the Saint Germain neighborhood on the left bank of the Seine River, staggering around the grounds of Notre Dame Cathedral, and limping to have a sushi dinner at Orient Extreme (the "Extreme" stands for "extremely high prices"). The rest of the evening was a blur but I have some hazy recollection of chowing down on some decadently rich Berthillon ice cream (undisputed champ of the best ice cream in Paris) before passing out. This is the view from our room:
Stay tuned for Day Two Nibblet. In other news, last night, TP and I went to see "End of the Century: The Story of the Ramones" which had some rockin' tunes, revealed several members to be total jerks, and reminded me so much of "This is Spinal Tap" (sans the intended satire) that I kept waiting for someone (probably Dee Dee Ramone) to say "this one goes to 11."