24 June 2006

Paris in the Springtime

Nothing much to write about at the moment...I am keeping occupied with memories of Europe. Thought I would post some photos from our time in Paris.

a big tower thingy we kept passing...not sure what it was but it changed colors at night.

jeremy and door detail: a study

notre dame cathedral

colorful paris

venus de milo and friends

visiting Amelie in Montmarte

tea time

pretty building behind branches

"subway" entrance

along Rue Cler

if you look reaaaally close, you can see Nicole Kidman perched on top...she's waving

08 June 2006


We returned from our European vacation a few weeks ago with battered suitcases full of memories. Our room with a view of the Eiffel tower made Paris seem like a dream-come-true vacation, even if we’d flown home at the end of those three days. As tasty as our corner bakery is here in East Nashville, nothing can compare to chocolate filled croissants from a real Parisian patisserie.

Possibly the best photos from our sixteen day trip were taken in St. Mark’s Square in Venice. This was our first Italian stop and despite the throngs of Americans attempting to spoil the vibe, we found Venice both breathtaking and thoroughly amusing. Jeremy, in particular, made dozens of new friends (of the feathered variety) as we crossed the square on our way to another scoop of gelato. At first he wasn’t thrilled about the idea of having birds land all over him but I insisted on a photo, so he bought a bag of birdseed and indulged me.

Once he had overcome his fear of bird flu, and realized that the pigeons, though fat and ravenous, weren’t actually a threat, he quickly adopted the role of Venice’s favorite birdman.

At least thirty euros were shelled out over the course of 48 hours, as he snapped up bag after bag of birdseed to feed his new-found friends. Many times we’d be walking the perimeter of the square on our way to lunch or to tour a palace, and I’d turn to look for Jeremy, only to find him half way across the square buying another bag from the seed cart. “Just one more time,” he would say, with a pigeon on his head.

Before long, the pigeons would see us coming and alert the others. Pigeons flew in from nearby cities once they got word that some silly American was blowing his life savings on an enormous buffet in their honor. They began following us all around Venice, landing on Jeremy's arms and shoulders, even when he wasn’t holding any birdseed. He was like a local celebrity among park fowl. A generous stranger with endless resources. The Oprah of the Grand Canal.

I am pretty sure a few of the birds followed us to the coast when we headed for our next stop, Cinque Terre. Though we visited many amazing places throughout Italy, seeing castles and sculptures and unforgettable pieces of history, we will always remember Venice for the pigeons.