high kicks at the 'rouge

3.12.10

gaudy + flamboyant + bombastic add a half cup of glitter and dazzle with a teaspoon of flaunt-shnazz-pizz-zazz and you have a kaleidoscope of Paris, France. The Moulin Rouge was an eye full, literally. Logan and I couldn't stop laughing. Our noise level was like that of rowdy American football fans at the Superbowl while the rest of the audience applauded and observed the show like an elegant Broadway love story. There was a costume change every five minutes and the men had more makeup on than dolly parton. It was beyond bizarre but an experience I am glad to add to my resume? Later we toured a perfumery. In France, these chemists are as esteemed as doctors in America. They bustled around in their white lab coats with their envied nasal abilities and glass beakers with martinis of aromatic bliss. I love a good perfume and apparently there is quite a science behind its creation. Versailles was next and by the time my eyes had consumed all the golden gates, silk wall lining, and crown molding my pupils were morphing into precious stones from absorbing the ostentatious treasure exhibition. A favorite part of today was the cathedral Notre Dame (i wanted to shout SANCTUARY when I entered its grand entry way) and the vendors that sell antique Parisian art and newspapers and post cards alongside the street. neato-fajito france gives me writer's block au revoir