Paris-Glasgow-Wales-London June/July 2004
A jet lagged Sallie takes a rest on the Parisian meridian line.
A jet lagged Theo at his first palace of the trip.
Well.... it IS Paris.
This well known church seemed to need spires, but it was pretty none the less.
An example bit of pretty.
Just to prove we actually where in Paris, and not Los Vegas.
Pretty large building for a house we thought, still it makes a good museum.
The Police in Paris can be fast on their feet.
One of Napoleon's little souvenirs. We wondered why it has not yet been returned.
Well, it's still Paris.
A well known street, leading to a well known arch.
Here's the well known street, which I can not spell while sitting on an airplane.
No escaping the big M. At least in Paris they all have free WiFi.
Yup, still Paris.....
....as you can tell by the trash on the streets.
This round about look pretty frightening. Fortunately there's a tunnel under it.
The leaning figure of Theo, near another well known object.
Ah.... Paris!
You could not spit without hitting an Asian bride. Do they marry in Asia at all or just here and Hawaii?
Home made French Onion Soup... a new favorite of ours.
This is what they call a Turkish Toilet. I couldn't work out how not to crap on your own pants.
Local singing house.
We all enjoyed the 3D Van Gogh show, even Steve and Alisa.
Rather a poor maze as you could easily see above it, pretty though.
Small house where old one-ear stayed. There are many things in this town he painted.
For example, this church may look familiar to the art lovers among us.
On the way to the grave yard.
In the grave yard. Two brothers, Vincent and Theo.
Yes, you can still find the odd duck here and there. Its seems large compared to modern cars.
Our local while in Paris.
Here's Sallie at said local enjoying the wine and view of the street.
A composite picture of our small, but cheap apartment, including the BED FROM HELL.
Back at the local, Theo looks on lovingly at his wife, and his camera.
The down town Paris observatory is replete with old telescopes.
It also has imposing buildings, older than anything in the US.
Steve and Alisa lead us to this place, and what a find it was too!
Gentlemen in Paris, leading the women folk up the road.
Here's the road we were leading them down.
Ah yes... still Paris.
The fading beauty. What a zoo this place was!
We rather liked the new bits, though some would say it's ugly.
A man after my own heart, or is that hands?
I must say we really enjoyed some elements of Paris!
Old family.... Sallie meets Pierre
new friends... Theo and Evelyn drink to our health. You may see a family resemblance.
No direct blood line here, but the smiles match!
A triumphant team having fringed in California from Paris.
The offices in Meudon where functional though sans AC.
This is the hill you climb each morning on the way to work.
And this is the trains-on-tires you need to ride to get there.
These trains tend to be full of French persons. Go figure.
OK, which tongue will it be?
A cathartic moment as Theo retraces his steps to the apartment lived in in 1973.
Ah, in the warmth of a family, and home cooked food.
These fathers wished to have more rights regarding access to their children.
A girl packing, and preparing for the change from Paris to Glasgow.
In which we found a much more comfortable bed!
As well as new and old friends.
Our first night included Gerard and Stephanie,
along with Andreas and Betina. Lewis here is recovering from a misunderstanding with Kimberly.
Wish I could make the da-da-da-da da-da-da-da noises....
Kimberly and Stephanie seem to like the town at least.
And why not, even the statues have a sense of humor.
Yet another conference meal, Michael joins us for this one.
As does Ben Lane.
And Tom, Dave, and even the no longer in the dog house Lewis.
Later on, we manage to find a pub. Not actually hard to do in Scotland.
The always gorgeous Ben came to play also.
Betina, as usual, found some lovely gardens to visit.
Stephanie, Lori and Michelle await the final end to the dam conference.
As does Rachael.
The group of Charoids managed to get together for lunch and plot the next meeting in Paris.
We attempt to have a small quiet meal on our last night in Glasgow. Stupid of us really.
Ah the trusty GPS, helping us get lost all over the UK.
Gerard in charge of a bloody long boat that's hard to steer.
Theo in charge of a bloody long boat that's hard to steer.
Sallie in charge of a bloody long boat that's hard to star.
This may give you an idea of the length of the boat.
It was relatively comfortable with real beds,
and a decent sized living area.
At the Foxley, as you can see we had a pretty good time of it.
Andy, the publican, and Gerard solve the worlds problems.
And Pixie managed to get us all dancing.
and dancing
and dancing
and really shaking it around...
Despite the warnings, we enjoyed the occasional Rothmans.
They even taught us how to pull our own beers.
This evil bird had it in for the boat, but we managed to get away.
It's harder work running a canal boat than you think!
Getting locked into one of the many locks.
Locks are operated by one of our "Winch Wenches", managing to look glamorous as always.
Some bravery was required.
Also scrabble and card skills were an advantage.
If you want phallic, these boats and tunnels do it well.
Honestly, we are in complete control....
Some of the bridges gave you little room for error.
Our wonderful winch wenches.
No, we're not dancing, we're opening the final lock.
Safe and washed up at the Booth residence.
The green and pleasant land of.... Wales.
It stopped raining for a minute so we had to take this picture.
More rolling hills. They had decent beer in these parts also.
And an ocean, though the surf was terrible.
They do castles really well here, your fighting mans castles none of your palace nonsense.
It had real walls and even looked defensible.
Yup, Harlic was a cool place.
It had views to match.
As well as old stairs galore.
Despite the finger, we liked this shot.
Two bums, and another castle.
Lots of small thin houses, but quite pretty don't you think?
Not sure what a Boilies is, hope they go well with beer.
A lot of strangely interesting ice cream eating went on.
Ah, the talent for children to resist the cold. We wanted to join them.
However, we decided a beer in doors would go better at our age.
There was also a place labeled Sallie, but we don't have that shot.
On the left, under the control of an American. We seem to have survived.
Yet another pub meal. We don't need to have fish and chips again for a while.
Yet another fine castle. This was defend by only 28 men.
Gerard was looking for a place to join the "castle club".
They thought they had found a place too, but we managed to stop them.
Cool, if only we had actual boiling oil!
Gerard and Steph delighted in climbing the towers.
This place even had a proper dungeon.
Couldn't resist playing the artist.
Having escaped the "Hotel Caulfield" with our lives we stopped for breakfast.
Along the way we found this pile of stones. They seemed small to us, does that mean we're Americans now?
Sallie playing tourist, and doing a dam fine job.
The local food stand sported four lovely sisters, with perfect skin.
You couldn't throw a rock without hitting some circle of rocks here,
which will remain a mystery forever.
The bath in bath. Those romans sure got around.
Just to prove we were there,
as is burger king,
and good old Jane.
On our way to the airport, running screaming out of Swindon.
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London...
We're not sure how best to pronounce this college name, could it be the obvious?
Ah... a lovely cup of tea.
Stone the crows! It's the Rosetta stone.
The British Museum was full of stolen treasure. The Egyptian stuff was cool.
We actually saw this guy stamp his feet.
House full of hot air they told us.
A short cruise on the Thames, and it wasn't even raining.
Old Bill's playhouse. Shame we didn't have time to go inside.
Well known bridge, seemed like a toy till we got close.
Well known bridge name, though not of the same bridge.
Well known London name, though not for a pub.
At last, getting ready to come home to LA, where the second Coke is free.
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