The French are the Horn-ee-ist People

So as we bounce back and forth between the 3 windows gawking like two school kids at a ever changing scene below us. The street sounds and the constant honking of horns, the oh so Parisian busy world below, the constant honking of horns, oh and did I say the constant honking of horns, yep think I did mention that ... I say to Sandy that we won't be able to sleep for the next 4 days, this place feels so alive ... the buzz is soooo electric, that you don't want to miss a single second ... Well we do need to eat and as I'm starving lets head out in the pleasantly cool evening air for dinner and take in some Parisian nightlife and atmosphere as tomorrow we have 2 cooking classes and I don't want to miss out on anytime exploring Paris. We find a little restaurant after about 2 hours walking and enjoying the sights we sit and we share traditional french food of confie duck and a honey duck dish with the world running by so fast out the window where we are sitting. It's 11 pm and the people are everywhere and are still coming in for dinner... Paris never sleeps. It's a narrow back street and we have done full circle as we are back just in behind where we are staying. So after dinner we walk across the river to see Notràdame up close and without the daytime crowds and heat, but even by night hundred's of people are still milling around and the buzz coming from the street performers is everywhere and it on a Monday night. We sit and take in all the atmosphere and after a bit we head back to a set of stairs running down to the river that now make up the seating for a jazz duo and here we sit and wile away the hours. It's now very very late or very very earley !!! and as much as we don't want to sleep we should head back to our funky pad. But even this early in the morning the buzz from the streets below is soooo still happening and with our windows open and the glow of Notrà Dame as our back drop we lay and listen to the sound of the Jazz duo still playing and to the traffic honking away and that would normally drive you batty but it is some how so Parisian and so relaxing ... " well it's there, so lets go with it " and we drift off to sleep. We are waken at 4am still excited and to sounds of life in the streets below and the honking of horns, I roll over and say the French are the Horn-ee-ist people, we both get up again and enjoy the view out our windows and the cool breeze but again somehow it feels so OK and so Parisian and before long we are off again back into sleep world.