I read a book recently and the title eludes me but I can tell you it was a good book. It was about the erotic people and places in European history. I like those kind of books. When I went to Nevada and Arizona a few years ago I found a book on prostitutes of the west. That was a good read, too. Anyway, in the European book there was a section concerning a museum of eroticism in Paris and I said to myself, "I think I'll go see that when I'm in Paris" and I did just that this morning. When I first walked in I started feeling a little skeezy - kind of like I was Paul Ruebens about to get caught masturbating in public, but as I moved through the first room I realized the stuff there really wasn't so bad considering all the nudity I've seen in museums over the past few days. Well, the museum stuff shows boobage and some blurry penileage but the Museum of Eroticism gets crafty and puts all the pieces together. Very triple x kind of stuff. I took a lot of pictures but really only a few are able to be put here because I can't remember the specifics of the terms and conditions of having this blog but I'm thinking I probably shouldn't throw up a shot of a giant penis or spread eagle vagina except maybe this one...
Now that the Concergerie is open again I went over there to see Marie Antoinette's last home. It wasn't pretty, but at least she had her own two guards and didn't have to share a cell. One of the museum guards had taken a liking to me and gave me a personal tour. There were 3 levels of cells. The lower level was a small cell - about 8' x 10' (my hotel room!) with straw on the floor and 15 people. The next level was about the same size room with 3 people on cots. The third level was for 1 person with a bed. Obviously it all depended on how much money you were willing to pay for the accommodation. I told my personal guard - let's call him Girard - I told Girard that if I were a prisoner I would have chosen the lower level, suffered though my sentence to let my family keep the money I could have spent, but now that I'm in my hotel room and I'm out of sorts just from not having my own bed, etc, I may actually want to have the second or third level.
Girard gave me a tour of the second floor and we headed out to the courtyard where he explained how the women were allowed to be out there all day and wash their clothes out there. They had no idea Marie was there with them. She stayed in her cell all day. Back at the door to go in and be done with the tour is when Girard finally asked me to dinner. I turned him down because I'm too fricking tired to deal with a date. But, gosh, he was sweet....and cute. Oh well.
Another fun fact: the last execution by guillotine was in 1977. Can you believe that!?! As late as 1977 they were beheading people. Crazy.
I went to Maxim's next to tour an apartment Sarah Bernhardt once lived in. I'm sure not all the stuff in the museum was hers but it's all from the period of when she lived there - late 1800's. I think I could have been happy in that apartment with all the stuff. I could invite Girard to come and see me sometime and I could have eaten at Maxim's every night. Yeah, it could be fun.
I walked up the Champs Elysees, bought a chocolate, banana crepe and was in heaven. At the end of the street I was at the Arc de Triomphe and it was close to 6:30pm. I planned to go there sometime tomorrow and didn't think I'd be there for 6:30pm so I was glad to sort of accidentally find myself there tonight. They have the ceremony for lighting the eternal flame at 6:30pm every night.
After the ceremony I figured since I was there I may as well go to the top and see what I could see. Well, we all know I'm not the most physically fit person but I made it up and I made it back down without once single heart attack so I'm very happy about that.
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