by Lisa Enos
Last month I decided to take a spur-of-the-moment trip to Europe. Wow airlines had a special; $269 to Paris leaving July 8 from Chicago. I impulse bought it and improvised the rest.
The flight landed in Reykjavik, Iceland where I caught a plane to Paris. When I got there I went straight to the Eiffel Tower. I’d seen it on other trips to Paris, but not the last couple of times because it’s so touristy. But touristy was what I was going for.
I sat in 90 degree heat watching kids play in the fountain while drinking a beer. The vendor I bought it from was creeping me out so I caught a bus out of there…to a Metro station where I took a train to my favorite church, Sacre Coeur. (Seriously, if you ever go to Paris and don’t see this church, we can’t be friends.) It may actually be a “cathedral” but I’m not Catholic, so I don’t know what constitutes a church, cathedral or a basilica for that matter, so in my Midwest Protestant mind I feel safe with church. The fact that I even have a favorite church should be impressive to most who know me, but I figure if I was God and going to pick a church to look in on more frequently than others, it would be this one, and I’ve seen some pretty famous other churches, each more famous than the next. This is one of the precious few that does not feel like the inner workings are left up to a group of elite pedo satanists, but I digress…
By the time I got close it was quite late. Like Michigan, where I now live, the sun sets about 10 pm in high summer. I realized since it was Sunday I’d better hurry to find a place to eat.
I walked down the cobblestone to the Montmatre, the “artsy” district. Actually to call it that is a bit of an understatement. It’s like THE artsy district that came up with the idea that there should be artsy districts.
The only place I found open was cafe des artistes, and as the name implies, it’s a cafe for artists or performing artists, and it stays open late to accommodate the cast who perform at local theaters, of which there are many. The nearby Moulin Rouge is one of the more famous spots. Instead of a main course I got the terrine, and ended with mousse au chocolat and a glass of highly recommended wine.