Once we checked out my future hotel we headed for la Basilique du Sacré-Cœur.
Unfortunately, i got us a bit lost.
After a slight detour (about a mile out of our way) we made it to the church.
There, i got suckered into buying a bracelet.
As we were walking up toward the church, some guy started calling after me "Mademoiselle!! Mademoiselle!!" Of course, I kept walking because i figured that all he wanted was money. But he caught up to me, put his hand on my shoulder and said "can you help me?" I swear to god he seemed so sincere. I honestly thought he wanted me to help him with something important. The next thing i knew he asking for my finger, tying a knot, doing some twisty thing, and then there was a bracelet attached to my wrist. He told me to make a wish, and then cut off the excess string. "It's a gift to rember your trip to Le Sacré-Cœur," he said. I had barely gotten the words "Aww, thank you" out of my mouth when he interrupted me saying "A small contribution."
I was pissed. When he first started bugging me, I CLEARLY ignored him, indicating i wasn't interested. I felt tricked. Bamboozled. And what was with the whole hand on my shoulder thing? In the States you could never touch anybody you didn't know without the potential threat of it being considered molestation or something.
Anyway, I told him I didn't have any money. But then he started getting mad at me about the cost of the damn yarn (it's pure cotton!) So my dad gave him some money.
Lesson learned. Don't stop to "help" anybody at Le Sacré-Cœur.
Well, despite that whole incident the trip up to the church was worth it. It has an amazing view of the city of Paris.
As we finished up our photo frenzy on the stairs of the church, we decided to go in and take a look around. We weren't allowed to take pictures so this one i did get off the internet, courtest of google images:

We happened to go in just as mass was starting so we figured, "What the heck? let's sit down." It was an interesting experience - the mass was all in French. I'm not a regular church-goer or anything so I had no clue what was going on. I decided to copy the nuns who were sitting in front of me, however, that didn't work out as planned… I kept getting distracted. I'd look over and the nuns would be kneeling but by the time I got down on my knees to kneel, they were standing back up. This cracked me up and i had stifle my laughter with the sleeve of my sweatshirt. Other than that i behaved myself.
2 comments:
Great post -- and fantastic photos! I'm starting to remember that as a young college-aged student spending a semester in Paris, a long, looong time ago, I was a target for all sorts of pushy salesmen. You might have to start scowling at guys any time you happen to catch their eye. (just kidding, sort of).
P.S. Lyndsey. I've been having a hard time loading videos onto YouTube, if they're more than a couple of minutes. Maybe try a super short one and see how long it takes to load. Also, do you know about statcounter? You might want to check out statcounter.com and get some code to put on your blog so you can see what cities, states and countries your readers are coming from, among other interesting info.
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