Do you still remember what I wrote a while ago, when I was given a blog award? The ninth thing was "Nice and silly little things in life" and then there were a couple of examples. Well, what happened yesterday certainly belongs to the list. It's a long story, but I will have to start from the beginning. And I just noticed I can't write English anymore, this text is probably full of mistakes!
I met up with two friends and our plan was to visit Notre Dame. I really like churches because of the atmosphere, and they are so beautiful and usually smell good (at least Orthodox churches!). We didn't climb up to the dome, because it was closed for an hour, so we took off to Sacre Coeur.
Isn't that just the loveliest graffiti?Rebekka and Eve took quite an early train home, so I decided to go home, too, since the weather was all lousy. I think I sat waiting for the train at Gare St Lazare for half an hour when I saw that the Sun was shining again and decided to head back to Notre Dame in order to climb up to the dome.
When I got there they didn't take more people to the queue, so I started wandering about and ended up at Hôtel de Ville. After a couple of minutes a girl sitting next to me asked if I knew why the building is famous. I had no idea, expect that I thought it might have something to do with the revolution. We chatted for a while and then she asked whether I had plans for the night and told she was going to the Louvre, and as I had nothing arranged I decided to go with her. It turned out she's from Sweden! For some reason I had assumed her to be American. :-D
However, it was almost closing time when we got there, so instead of the Louvre we continued on walking, talking and taking photos.
Me and my new friend Sandra! (Okay, I look like I don't have a chin..)
I can't even tell how refreshing it was to meet her just like that. Surprising things like that are exactly what I want more in my life. I'm really glad I didn't take the earlier train home! One little change of mind can be crucial.
I stole the photo of me from her blog!
Olen aina pitänyt itseäni hyvänä leipurina, ja erityisen ylpeä olen aina ollut pullistani. Lauantaina leivoin ensimmäistä kertaa pullaa täällä, ja ne onnistuivat oikein hyvin vaikkei tyhmästä ranskalaisesta kaupasta löytynytkään kardemummaa. Mutta. Kukaan ei syö niitä! On ne kuulemma niitä syönyt, mutta kummasti ne ei laatikosta vähene ja oon tänäänkin syönyt itse kymmenen pullaa. :--D Itsetuntoni koki ison kolauksen nyt. Miksei ne halua syödä mun pulliani??? Kotona ne menee aina nopeasti ja niistä tykätään. Tää oli tosiaan mun tärkein uutiseni jonka halusin suomeksi kirjoittaa, eheh. :--)