So, that worked out well!

Sleep does solve a lot of knotty little problems, like sleepiness. We're up and at em, but may stay in town today. You'll have to wait. Yesterday was a busy day. We broke several Roggow Travel Rules, most notedly: "Don't go back to the same place twice!" We did. It does seem, however , that Napoleon's Tomb, St. Chapelle and Notre Dame can be visited as often as you want without ever overdosing. Notre Dame was terrific yesterday as we ran into a Mass. We sat and listened. Great singing, great organ playing and then there was the incense. Duane Loves the incense! Growing up without the benefit of a Catholic background always leaves Duane "Lost and Confused" while a Mass is under way. For the life of me I can't figure any of it out and then there are the Foreign Languages (Who knows what language!?) Even Paula was surprised as to the number of priests involved- 9!?! Still this is quite the "Spectacle" when performed in this great Cathedral. Now on to the knottier questions of the day.
Duane wonders. . . In Notre Dame they make one wait in chairs outside the confessional while waiting your turn with the priest. Duane wonders why the people waiting to confess look exactly like the kind of people who have nothing to confess while the ones (You know the ones) who you are certain have much to confess walk right on by????
Duane wonders. . . Men tend to wear sensible shoes. . . Women tend to wear the most uncomfortable shoes possible. Why is that? Duane would estimate that the majority of the women are wearing shoes with NO cushioning or support whatsoever, and if it is not what they used to call "Flats" then they are wearing the most outrageous high heels imaginable! And this on cobblestone streets! Why is that?
Duane Wonders. . . Why in the world the Marlboro Man is still alive over here. No one seems to be smoking anything but Marlboros! A few of the women are smoking some sort of long skinny cigarette, but it may just be a French version of Marlboros.
Duane wonders. . . Yesterday was sunny and warm, about 80F. Still, the French are wrapped up like Eskimos. Jackets, vests, the occasional stocking cap and of course the ever-present snappy scarf! Why is that?