We finish the Paris travelogue with a compendium of classy moments.
Classy Moment at the Hotel Lancaster
(A real photo of our room key showing depth of field that Gary took.)
We were delighted with our Hotel, the Hotel Lancaster. Lovely people at the desk, lovely housekeeping staff. We were particularly impressed with the elevator attendant. Every time we hit the button for the elevator, it arrived with an elevator attendant in it. However, evidently in France the attendant leaves the elevator when you get in. Kind of like they need the attendant to guide the elevator to the right floor? We thought that was the case for at least the first three days. On the fourth day we found the real elevator instead of the service elevator.
Classy Moment at the Musee d’Orsay
The Musee D’Orsay is packed with pastorals and vague pastel impressionist landscapes, and then you turn the corner and in your face is L’Origine du Monde. Sure, I could post a link, but you might be tempted to click it at work. Or in front of children. It’s fun to stand and watch people get an eyeful and reel back.
Classy Moment at Versailles
I eschewed the line for le toilette at Versailles, and then a few hours later I coughed.
Bonus Classy Moment at Versailles
I saw a man in the crowd in King Louis’ bedroom pick his nose, inspect the booger, and eat it.
7 responses to “Classique!”
L’Origine du Monde – was that the wall-sized photo of lady bits? That one shocked me, must admit.
Of course, knowing that the subject of the painting has sent people reeling back, I had to do a quick Google search. Can confirm Becs’s description of the image, but … wall-sized? Really? Must’ve sent some folks nearly reeling into the walls themselves, then!
You know, “The Origin of the World” seems like a fitting title to me.
Becs – I flopped on the bed that night and shrieked “what am I?” He got it.Wyo-bigger than life size, anywayTami- you know they were his girlfriend’s parts.
Oh, those French. Nasty bunch, let’s face it. Did you read about the vaginal tune-ups for post-partum women? This was in today’s Times. http://www.nytimes.com/2010/10/12/world/europe/12iht-fffrance.html?_r=1&scp=1&sq=french%20women&st=cseThe deal there is that women have to be perfect. It’s their patriotic duty. Men can do what they want, of course, and many take full advantage in the way of being slobs and womanizers. Every French woman I know is stressed to the max. Hence the fashionable gaunt look.
Maybe he just ate the booger because he couldn’t bear to wipe it on the Louis XIV armoire.
Hattie – WAIT. There’s a computer game I can play with my vagina? Like Tetris?Allison – He could have wiped on the Japanese resin anime.