(post by Peggy)
Well, I am a little late starting my posts but we have been on the go since our arrival to gay Paree. One of my posts is a picture of a cruise we took down the Seine. I love being around the Seine because it is so used by people; actually, the outdoor space is thoroughly enjoyed here. People are hanging out by the river and at the parks, talking, eating, drinking. It is also very clean—everyone picks up after themselves and the city provides trash sacks with frequent pick-ups. Another picture is of one of the neighborhood fruit and vegetable markets. All are beautifully arranged and with adorable oddly shaped fruit that you know is locally grown and very tasty! Next pictures are of our class at the Cordon Bleu. We received a lecture from the chef in the morning and then tried our hand at preparing the lamb and vegetables in the afternoon (the pictures are NOT of our preparation—only the chef’s ). Lastly there is a picture of Notre Dame. I was ho-hum about the site of it but loved the bells! Later…
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Speaking of the bells at Notre Dame. Did you hear the story about the time the Cathedral was without a bell ringer, and they ran a classified ad in the newspaper? One guy responded and scheduled an interview. The next day, he met the monk in charge of the hiring process, and took the candidate up to the belfry to verify that the candidate had the requesite skills. Well, the interviewee demonstrated that he, indeed, possessed the requesite skills, but in a most unusual way: He stepped back away from the bell as far as he could, and then ran straight at the bell, striking it with his face. The monk was most impressed by this unique ability, and felt that the candidate was certainly most qualified for the position, and called the abbot up to the belfry for the second interview, in which the candidate was prepared to, again, display his extraordinary skill. So, he backed away from the bell, took his running start as before, and struck the bell with his face. However, he didn't quite strike the bell right in the sweet spot in middle, but, rather, struck the side of the bell, and then caromed off to the side, still in full stride, and ran right straight out the window, falling to his tragic death below. The abbot and the monk ran to the window, and while looking down at the poor soul below, the abbot asked the monk, "Who was that man?" The monk replied, "I don't know, but his face sure rang a bell!"
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