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(To be clear, the boat is in no way lost. It’s me and Mum who keep going the wrong direction: We neither of us have a sense of direction.)

This is about yesterday! Thursday October… something

Seriously a day to relax. We went for a swim after breakfast, then I went to the morning lecture (about two of Hawaii’s major symbols: the ukulele and the Hawaiian Shirt – AKA Aloha Shirts). Then nothing for the rest of the day? After lunch we put on the 2005 Pride and Prejudice to watch while napping.

We had a late supper booked so we went to the main stage show before we ate. Last night was The Runaround Kids, who play hits from the 50s and 60s. They wear blue tuxedo jackets – what i think is a tuxedo jacket, with long lapels, In between songs the lead vocalist told really bad jokes, which I enjoyed immensely.

Dinner was the best. Fillet mignon and sorbet for dessert, which I again started eating right away due to excitement, only to be distracted by Mum “ahem”-ing nosily to remind me to take a photo first. I had a plan to hold on to my phone with my eatin’ hand, but it still ended up ignored on the table.

I missed reporting on days 3 and 4. On day 3 we hit the Pacific and the boat started rocking in all the ways a boat can rock and I’v been motion sick. I don’t get throwy-uppy motionsick, I get dizzy and woozy head motion-sick. Not gross but very uncomfortable.

Day 3 (Monday) wasn’t bad. Mum and I went for a 1 mile walk around the ship in the morning, then caught a lecture about the history of Hawaii. I wasn’t feeling good after lunch an found a reclining chair on the pool deck and read my book while Mum went to her Ukelele lesson. We napped after that and then got ready for fancy dress-up night for dinner. We had a late reservation for the dinning room, so we went back to the piano bar to listen to a set: the was songs of the 80’s this time. Guns and Roses and Eurithmics are pretty cool on two pianos. After that we were in time for our reservation, but I only got my starter salad half-finished before I realised I wasn’t feeling good and didn’t want to sit up for the rest of the meal. We took off early and the room service staff brought up our meals to us later. I wasn’t able to eat mine, which I’m a little dissapointed about because it was a plate of Thanksgiving turkey dinner.

On day 4 (yesterday as I write this) I woke up and immediatly knew I wasn’t going to get up that day. The boat was pretty tippy and that made me very woozy. I only felt almost-ok if I just stayed in bed and did nothing. Mum brought me food I could eat lying down; and she also went to the daily lecture and recounted it to me.(Culture of Hawaii)

I was better(ish) in time for dinner last night. And today I’m better still. I still feel woozy from the rocking of the boat, but alredy I’ve gotten out of bed and did the 1 mile walk again this morning. I’ll try going to the lecure again, but the theatre where that’s held is at the very front of the boat, and the rocking is defineatly more pronouched there, so I’ll see how I feel doing that. Today’s talk is about all the stops we’ll be making in Hawaii, and informtaion about what to do there.

I’m describing the distance of our walks in miles because the signs along the deck where we walk say that 3 laps = 1 mile.

(Our view from the promenade deck.)

I’m home now. I got here on the evening of Tuesday November 8. Except for a few flight delays that tried my patience in a minor fashion, the trip home was uneventful. I slept some during the long-haul portion, so that was good. To be truthful, I asked for red wine one that one, and it was tasty and effective.

Since Tues, though, I’ve barely slept. And not like, barely slept all night and slept all day in a normal jet-lag way. I just sleep like 3 hours a night and that’s it, no matter how much I try to nap. I was fine with this until this morning, but now I’m getting annoyed. (I lie: that last good sleep I had was Wed. afternoon, all afternoon. I forgot, but this is the way of sleep deprivation.)

One symptom of not sleeping is depletion of depth perception? I almost fell down the stairs at the parade last night. That was weird.

I’m not due back at work until next week, so I’ve confined myself to my bed, watching TV and listening to podcasts, ready should the fleeting urge to sleep overcome me. Alas, I now have a good excuse to use the word “alas”.

Also, OMG. Who arranged for the weather here? It was spring when I left, and was also basically spring in Paris. London was pretty mild. And I get home and it’s zero? What? I exited the airport in a hoodie and Toms. I only put my summer clothes away just before I left, and I have no idea where my parka is. How do I even scarf?

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I still have a few photos and thoughts to share from London. Thus:

Thursday.

After eating the meal that I described previously, I had time to visit the Gift Shop and bought way too many things, including a wee, yellow pointe shoe. I will likely hang this on my Xmas tree, or pin to my coat or something.

The show itself was amazing in a way that I couldn’t stop thinking about how it was a amazing and how lucky I was to be there, so that was distracting. It was “Light of Passage” by Crystal Pite and there is nothing more gorgeous than 30 ballerinas in a pack on the stage doing Crystal Pite’s body waves. Mmm. Seriouly though it took me too long to turn off my brain and just watch.

Friday

Friday I didn’t know what to do. I ended up taking a bus to Camden and explored the crazy market there. I don’t know how large it is but it’s sprawling and I got lost in it. I bought a purse- not at the market itself but at a craft art shop just outside that caught my eye. At first it looked like it only sold covers for throw cushions with trendy graphics, but downstairs there were vintage clothes and locally designed purses.

Is that the day that turned out to be Shopping Day? Yes. After Camden I took the underground to Oxford St. for the big Primark and Marks & Spencer stores.

I bought lunch before leaving M&S, and went back to my hotel to eat and rest. Only not much rest because I realized the National Gallery is open late on Fridays so I went there for a look around.

I got seriously lost at the intersection in front of Trafalgar Sq. looking for the entrance to the underground. It was just at a different corner than I thought, but getting there took the crossing of line 6 different streets. It was dark and I was tired.

Saturday

Saturday was British Museum day. Or morning, just to have a look around. I always make a beeline for medieval Britain and Sutton Hoo, out of personal interest. I took a look a the Islamic world section this time, having not checked it out in any detail before. I usually run around the whole building trying to get into every room and see everything. This time I read some of the descriptions. I the Islam part there was a special exhibit of art books that I’m glad I got to see.

After lunch I went out to a place called Swiss Cottage that I didn’t know existed but they have a nice theatre.

I watched “Mary” concerning Mary Queen of Scots and putting her in a bit of a # me too context. It was dramatic, and didn’t have an intermission, which I like. I heard about it on TV while I was deciding what to do on Friday morning.

Sunday

Sunday I took a train to Canterbury and looked at the Cathedral. It was sooo rainy, except for the 30 seconds when I took this photo.

I really liked the crypt here. I was there at opening so I was down there all on my own and it was cool and quiet. Many dark little chapels, and then a bright one with windows! And then some really old paintings on the ceiling of another! I sat for a while and just looked.

Monday

Monday was a bit of a piecemeal what-should-I-do-on-my-last-day-in-London day 2with intentions of going to the Tate and then shopping, but I added St Paul’s Cathedral as well because it intrigued me as I walked by.

I wanted to approach the state via the Millennium Bridge, you see. But it turns out that St. Paul’s is directly across the river. So.

Note that in the crypt at St. Paul’s there are lots of famous dead people. A video scavenger tomb-hunt is included with the price of admission.

After that, I shopped for ballet shoes and went for lunch in Covent Garden. I had the most amazing vegan sausage/mash/cabbage dish. With onion jam. And fig tamarind tea. Yum. Followed by ginger sticky toffee pudding. Also yum.

Tuesday

Tuesday I flew home. Everyone on the flight watched the new Thor, including me. I put it on right away and was so engrossed I didn’t notice when we took off.

The End

I have a ticket to watch a performance at the Royal Opera House in London.

A few weeks ago, the Royal Opera House in London emailed me to ask if I want to eat at one of their dining establishments before the show. No, I thought, that’s not something I do. Mostly because of the whole dairy allergy thing. But then I noticed that all of their menus are posted on line, of course, so I took a look, just in case. So it also turns out that there are many vegan or dairy-free options available (of course). So I changed my mind.

First I had to decide on what establishment I wanted to patronize. There’s, like, 6, ranging from super casual, to super fancy. I made my decision based purely on… one fancy place had a set, three course menu that looked like too much food, and the other fancy place I could order whatever I wanted. It’s also in a super fine cavern upstairs at the opera house.

So I made my reservation, and the Royal Opera House in London emailed back immediately asking me to pre-order my meal which delights me to no end. A) I don’t have to decide what I want to eat on the day, when I might be hangry. B) I can’t remember what I paid.

So I’m here right now! Here is my first plate (which is a starter but I’m treating as a main)

And here is my first dessert, which I’m treating as my first dessert…

That’s all that’s happened so far. I’ve eaten all of the above and I have time to go buy trinkets in the gift shop. I’ll be back at the interval, to the same table, and I’m even allowed to leave my jacket here.

A quick update while I’m waiting for a show to start. Look at this nice venue and my leg room:

I’m I Wembley! Where there’s a big stadium but I’m not there! I saw it thought, looming, with the moon shining above. I’m at a nearby theatre watching a contemporary dance performance based on the TV Peaky Blinders. Because that’s a thing.

I took the train from France this morning, which was relatively quick and easy. Gate du Nord in Paris was only two metro stops away from my hotel but I was nervous about Tuesday morning crowds. But, fun fact, Nov 1 is a holiday in Paris for day of the dead, so the crowd was small. The crowd getting on the train was big, but I didn’t care by then. The ride was pleasant and I listened to tunes and daydreamed.

Immediately upon arrival in London (and after checking into my hotel, which is blissfully close to King’s Cross/St Pancras) I went for lunch and started planning. My original plan was to go to The Bank of England, that tourist hub, to exchange some old pound notes for new ones (it’s a thing here where they just discontinued a bunch of old notes in favour of new, secure, ones.) BUT, they are apparently having crowds there, so I didn’t want to show up only to have to go back again another day. So I’ll go in a few days, first thing, to either avoid a crowd, or to be in the queue that gets served that day.

It was while I ate that I found this show to go to, and here I now am.

P.S. I’ve also been to M&S to get all my favourite snacks.

I’m listening to the rain outside my open window in my hotel room in Paris. This is the most it’s rained since I got here – it’s been going for 10 or 15 minutes. All days have been sunny and warm, even though it’s the end of October. On my walk through Paris yesterday I had to take off my jacket (I wore my rain jacket both because there was a small threat of rain in the forecast, and as a talisman against that rain. My supernatural powers won: there was no rain). It’s hot at lunchtime. Even in the evening it’s not cool enough for a scarf. I came prepared for what I thought would be autumn in Paris! Boots and a pretty new raincoat! Two scarves? I’ve had only the meagrest of excuses to wear my new rain coat; I haven’t used my umbrella; and I’ve only made use of one of my shawls as a napping blankie. Even now it’s raining but not cold enough for me to close my window. I’d sleep with it open if it wasn’t for the apprehension of hearing something strange in the night.

Today I visited la Musée de l’Orangerie. I know I should have gone to d’Orsay as well, but their closed on Monday and I didn’t feel like going yesterday. Also, I know the l’Orangerie is where Monet’s Puddlelilies Waterlilies are kept so I felt an urge to go there.

I’m a big fan of the impressionists. I know this because each year when I go to choose a new calendar, I only ever want impressionists. I like all the stuff they’re known for: use of colour and light, changing the whole tradition of painting, etc. I especially like being able to see their brush strokes and how they created the impressions they present to us right there on the canvas. The Waterlilies are set up so that I could take a good, close-up look at all that, and then step back take i the whole panorama of each piece (there’s a bunch of them). Globs of paint are the best. Getting real close to see that the lilies are just smudges of paint. I like it. Yes, admittedly, when you look reeeal close at those pristine renaissance paintings, you can see that, too (if you’re allowed that close)… and it’s all magic…. But Monet and impressionists please my heart and soul as well as my eye. And probably less so my brain! I don’t know. It’s art and this is my favourite. (D’Orsay next time for sure, and Louvre again, too, even though it doesn’t even get to the impressionists. There’s other interesting stuff there I haven’t see yet.)

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Now I’m packing because I’m travelling to London tomorrow. There is a lot that isn’t open on Mondays here so I took full advantage of not doing very much. I hung out the Jardins de Tuileries a bit after l’Orangerie and found another old church (Saint-Eustache) to look at. I retreated back to my hotel kind of early this afternoon because I have a bit of a headache and my feet are sore = naps.

I’ve come back to Montmartre today. I checked out the Montmartre cemetery (good idea, Ines) and then walked over to Sacré Coeur to visit again. A) just in time for mass so I experience that press of people B) the gift shop is open. Now I’m on a bench just in front of the basilica and having a snack.

Logistics going on: my tour is over so I had to get out of that hotel this morning. I have another hotel nearish the Maria’s. The hotel for the tour was in the 8th, and more expensive so I thought it would be fun to try another part of town instead of continuing there. I’ve dropped of my bags to store until check in later. I was out and about quite early, around 9. I meant to get going later since check out for my old hotel was at noon. But there was a time change last night, so I was ready to go sooner than expected. Not a problem at all since the metro was relatively calm, so easy to travel with my suitcase.)

I have one more day in Paris after this, and then I take the train to London on Tuesday. I’ve booked a ticket for la Musée de l’Orangerie for tomorrow morning. Just to look around, not a tour. I’m not sure what to do this afternoon. Maybe I’ll see if there’s something interesting around my hotel.

Today, Saturday started with a walking tour of the area where Notre Dame is located, and then into the Latin quarter for a wine tasting.

Yesterday (Friday!) was a transit day as my tour group left Bayeux to return to Paris. We made a stop in Rouen to check out the cathedral and have lunch. We also saw where Joan of Arc (Jeanne d’Arc, since I know how to spell it now). Instead of lunch, I visited her nook (chapel?) in the cathedral.

I checked the gift shop to see if there was a wee replica of the stain glass there that tell the story of our girl (I got one from somewhere -Oxford maybe- and it’s a plastic think I can stick to my window. I found it recently in its original gift shop bag and now anywhere near a window. Obviously a prized possession.) there wasn’t one of those. I DID get a Joan of Arc trading card. Score.

After was a bus ride and nap into Paris. Our guide always had some really great info and stories to share with us during these times. I would close my eyes, you know, to listen better, and usually dozed off while she talked. Often, too, she’s tell us to just rest or have a dodo (French for nap). And I’d nap then, too. I was jet laggy early in the week, but now I don’t have that excuse and I just like to nap.

Back in Paris! We settled back into our hotel. Some of us got out luggage back that we had left behind in storage over the few days away. (Me, I was the only one who did that – and I enjoyed being reunited with all my extra junk.)

In the evening we took a walk around La Basilique du Sacré Coeur in Montmartre.

It was soooooo busy and to the point I was feeling uncomfortable- but not so much where I wanted to turn back and go home or anything. The crowd was loud, just people hanging out on a Friday night, but it was overwhelming. But once inside the basilica I was fine. There were copious signs saying “shut up” in a nice, churchy way, and everyone complied. Most people were wandering around checking out the saints in, but lots of people were praying, too. I felt better in there, but I was also impressed with the contrast from the exterior.

At the end of the walk with our guide, I went back for another look, and made my own way back to the hotel. OMG the metro was packed. Probably not strange, but it was 9ish or so at night? So I was impressed. And then crushed. Fun fact- big crowd sitting on the steps outside the church and I have to walk through them = hoo. Crushed into metro car = no problem.

I don’t know why I haven’t thought to be more inspired by the Bayeux tapestry. It is a combination of a few of my favourite things: storytelling; handicrafts; history. Also linen and wool. I knew I had to make it a part of my first trip to France, but I think this was out of memory of my art history courses: I knew it was a thing to see. But, looking at it in person and seeing the detail of the stitches and listening along to the story made me think about all the 2-D novel concepts (novel as literary device) I had in art school, and that this actually that, although more literal that what I came up with, or planned to do. I never thought to use the BT as a reference/inspiration. Anyway, I’m transcribing into words what should remain thoughts for now.

(A pause in writing as I find a less windy place to sit. I’m now on a bench and looking at the following tree:)

I didn’t take any photos of the tapestry, because it’s not allowed. I can tell you that it’s set up along a temperature and light-controlled hallway, and you wander along at the pace of the hand-held audio guide that comes with admission. I 100% always poo-pop audio guides due to me liking to make up my own interpretations of things in museums. However in this one case, it was a really good idea. It slowed me down, for one, and told me the whole story of the piece, section by section (it’s basically a graphic novel – and you can by a comic-book version in the gift shop). I was worried that I wouldn’t have enough time to study it as thoroughly as I wanted – to look at the stitches, but there was. I could have gone back for another go-through without the guide, but once was enough. (Was it though? I doubt myself now – but I don’t feel the need to go back.) It’s not like I’m allowed to touch it, and I purchased a fold-out reproduction of the whole thing. There were copies that weren’t fold-out, the sections on pages with a nice little description beneath, and these were defiantly less flimsy than what I have. But! I am interested in how the images-narrative flow into one another, so a connected version is imperative.

After the tapestry, I visited the Bayeux Museum of Art and History, which tells the story of Bayeux through art and artefacts going back into prehistory. My favourite part was an unexpected room full of the process and history of lace making in Bayeux. Room 11! There were drawers with samples and bits in progress, and shelves and shelves of old supplies – bobbins, working patterns, designs. I had to go back for a second look once the crowd cleared a little. So complicated and detailed! Not a handicraft I wish to pursue, but I love all the stuff.

Then was lunch and a quick downtime in my hotel room. The hotel is five minutes walk from all the places I’ve been today, even less in the case of the cathedral, a little more getting back from the museum because I got lost. But generally centrally located.

Lunches and dinners when not with the group have all been grocery store finds. This is because everything in Normandy contains dairy (not really, but mostly), but also because eating out gets expensive. I like that my tour group isn’t eating out all together every meal like it’s been on all my other tours. That way is fine, but it takes up a lot of time. Oh! That too: on some days we were given a certain amount of time to look around a place and get lunch, but I didn’t want to waste time sitting down for meal, so I got a snack instead and kept exploring. This worked well in… Honfleur? No the other seaside place on D-Day Day. I had time to walk the whole waterfront.

After lunch I took a wander around la Cathédrale de Bayeux. There’s a crypt there that’s one of the oldest parts of the structure, and we’re allowed down there, and I was scared. I was already spooked because there’s a few openings where you can see down from other parts of the building, and I was sure I could hear footsteps and suspected ghosts – before I found out that there were actually people allowed down there. It’s fine and safe and there’s no skeletons (showing) but it’s low and dark and smells like dirt. I checked out the paintings on the top of the supporting columns and got out of there. Hoo.

Now I’m writing because I have the rest of the day but my feet are sore and I don’t feel like looking at anything else. There’s a store with a dress in the window I liked when we passed by on the way to dinner the other night. Maybe I’ll try to find that.