France, Nantes and Underpants.

Hi there! I’ve been back from Europe for quite a while now and trying to get this post going…but I just haven’t felt that inpired. It may have had something to do with the 600 emails waiting for me when I got back…or about a billion other little excuses I could make to mask the fact that I’m feeling lazy and uninspired.

Sooooooooooooo. My first trip to Paris was pretty amazing. Besides the temperature being akin to the fires of hell, it was an overwhelmingly big city filled with an amazing amount of culture. Yep. Culture out the wazoo, yin-yang, and other synonymic orifices. Being a skeptic myself…I figured all this hype about French food was, well…..hype. I couldn’t have been more wrong! The food was superb! The desserts even better! The one thing I’d have to complain about was the lack of vegetarian choices to be found….especially in Nantes. You ask for a vegetable plate and they bring you asparagus wrapped in bacon. (I’m already hearing the choruses of “mmmmmmmmm bacon!”) But I guess that’s something you’ve gotta expect when you travel to France. That’s when you break out the granola that no self respecting, tree huggin‘ vegetarian freak leaves home without. I personally had 14 of those suckers in my backpack. Almond or Peanut Butter?

We left Paris after only a few days. During our time there we did some touristy things….climbed the 236 steps to the top of the Arc de Triomphe in 42 degree temps, the Louvre (my favorite), The Notre Dame Basilica where I lit another candle for Corey, le Chateau de Versailles and spent the last day hanging out at the Luxembourg Gardens at my request for a break from touristy shite. Eyes burning and red from all the smog……we were happy to be going somewhere with slightly fresher air. On the train back from Versailles….a Hispanic man with mic and amp in hand stepped onto our train and began to serenade us with his rendition of Feelings.

Off to Nantes we were. We waited for around an hour for a cab at the train station. I made a joke about it there only being 3 cabs in the whole town. Turns out I was right. It was Sunday explained the driver and 3 cabs for 400,00 people was ample, no?

Nantes is a great city. Mostly because all the touristy shit was under construction! Yippeee! Liberated from that…I was free to wander around at my leisure. I found this really cool covered passage called the Passage Pommeraye with a bunch of cool shops. Seems though…there was a man standing slightly underneath the steps looking at panties as all the girls in skirts…(myself included) climbed the passage stairs. When I caught him looking…he ran away. Too bad….I was going to run back down the stairs just to give him an extra thrill. 😉 (audible gasp from conservative blog readers) Oh hush! Like y’all don’t like to show your panties to complete strangers! Actually, didn’t Brittney Spears utter that exact same phrase during her last interview?

All in all it was a really great trip. World Cup madness made it even more interesting. There was glass breaking and Allez les Bleus! everywhere. Fireworks ablaze and some question if the abandoned building next to our hotel had caught fire. The fire trucks came and went with no hose to be seen….so I guess it was finally safe to sleep. I’ll shut up now and post some pics. Hope you enjoy!


Arc de Triomphe (random useless factoid: On July 2, 1998, the flame at the tomb of the unknown soldier was extinguished when a drunk mexican national soccer fan urinated on it.)


Artsy photo of dizzying steps on the way down.


Basilica de Notre Dame


From the inside.


Ouch. I’ll leave this one to Tim.


Aww. Who knew. Nice Parisian signage. Much kinder than Stay off the fucking grass you North American imbecile.


The Eiffel Tower

The Louvre


Man soon to be aflame and the blurry crowd who loved him.


Chateau Versailles mystery photo.

Passage de Pommeraye. Underpants central.


Nantes Botanical Gardens


Within minutes, thousands had arrived in front of Theatre Gaumont to celebrate France’s victory over Portugal. A few minutes later the fire trucks came. Wheeeeeeeeeeee!


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  1. Anonymous says: -#1

    Do you really like showing your underpants to complete strangers? Cause, if so, count me in!

    Kisses,

    Rick

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American born Lobelia isn’t just your typical singer-songwriter. A multi-instrumentalist who worked as a studio musician for 10+ years, she has won multiple awards for her songwriting, has been featured in Billboard Magazine, and was one of the original Women of MP3.COM in the early days of the Internet. Now living in the UK after a 7 year stint in Montreal, she hosts several acclaimed songwriter nights at Tower of Song, Birmingham’s best small music venue. An advocate for sustainable touring, she travels the world performing at house concerts and small venues.