Lil Kim ain't got nothing on those Nuns

On June 9th the year of our lord two thousand and six we arose from our slumber early in the morn. By the time the cock crowed ten we had assembled somewhat and were prepared for departure. We rode the Metro to the end of the line in St. Denis where we took in the Basilica of St. Denis. This beautiful gothic church stands on an ancient site where the french kings have chosen to spend eternity for seemingly, an eternity. There were many, many famous residents Charles Martel, Pepin the Short, St. Denis, Louis XII, Louis XIIV, Louis XVI, Catherine DeMedici, the Dauphine, Louis XIV, Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette along with many others. They all mostly reside under a marble likeness of themselves. It was very intriguing to see their last monuments. There were several from before we had double digit centuries. We enjoyed a lunch sitting on the street with ham and cheese on baguettes (spelling?) and of course Coca-Cola. This was chosen over the refined experience of dining at a KFC. We enjoyed a stroll through an open air market and through an amazing meat market where we took in the sight of nearly every butcherable thing on earth laid out for sale. It was very interesting and made many of us long for this option in our own towns.
Next we rode the Metro to Montmartre (mount of martyrs formally mount of mars). This hill (the highest in Paris)overlooks Paris from the north side gazing south towards the Seine River. Atop it on an ancient spot where a temple of mars is believed to have stood is the adornation of the Sacre Cour church. While less than 100 years old the church is none the less impressive. There was a mass in progress as we arrived and we were delighted with the hymns sung by the nuns. *John has taken a short hiatus and Annie is filling in the logging of the rest of the day* After we had our fill of mass we naturally chose to visit the next holiest place in Montmarte, the Moulin Rouge. Once we reached the bottom of the hill we attempted to hurry down the street when Eric was literally roped in by a North African who, after looping strings on his finger, made him a friendship bracelet, then haggled with him to get 2, 50 euros for tying it on Eric's wrist. After Eric's escape we headed down the street towards the Moulin Rouge passing Bohemian Boutiques and Batesseries, then we reached the heart of the bohemian district. Sadly, baz luhrman fans there was no giant elephant outside, but there were plenty of tri-story, 'adult shops'. A special feature of the area is the Musee d' Erotique Art, a museum dedicated to erotic art throughout history. Never having been to Bourbon Street myself I assume that we got the same feel today. After a few pictures in front of the very famous windmill, we took the metro home, enjoyed a lovely dinner at the FIAP, then performed or rather read 'The Bald Soprano' and 'The Lesson' as a group to review for tomorrow nights performance of both plays by Eugene Ionesco at Theatre La Huchette. Tomorrow we will visit the Crypts of Paris, and the Column of Tibias, which is actually a column made of tibias and skulls, as well as the famous cemetary of Montparnasse. So goodnight from the plastic people of the universe and I'm Annie Reeves and you're not.