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•Tweedledum and Tweedledee Land In London

SHOKO…..BLACK
KALI…..ORANGE

Mom and dad flew into London on rails and walked 87 miles from the Eurostar into St. Pancras Station.  Then out the other side to the main exit.  Dad rushed on ahead of mom…cause she was walking like she was dragging a moose behind her.  Mom finally made it to the exit and guess who greeted her?  It was Princess Leah, and her mom and dad.  Our dad was there too.                                                              How exciting Shoko.  They all went for tea in  St. Pancras Station. I think mom was stunned as she didn’t seem to take many pictures.                                                                      Here is Princess Leah’s mom, Julie and her dad, Mike.  Her Royal Highness is trying to get at the Canada Goose Shoko and I stuck in mom’s suitcase for Leah.  Mom said she enjoyed a relaxing cuppa with Leah and her parents.  She could have stayed and enjoyed their company for several more hours but it was time to get to the hotel. Take a look at Princess Leah’s Blog and see more pictures of our meeting.

Now St. Pancras Station is an old castle like building.  It is beautiful beyond compare.  Any repairs to the old structure are kept in the same style.                                                    Mom and dad caught a taxi to their hotel…The TavistockIt wasn’t far but these two decided they didn’t need to struggle down the sidewalk with their suitcases.                                                            Our travellers woke in Normandy and now they were in London.  To say they were tired was an understatement.

The next day found mom and dad deciding to walk about their area around the Tavistock Hotel.                                                                               Mom and dad liked the quaint shops along the street.                                                                The Post Box was so shiny and new looking.  Where the ones in Prince George look like they had a fight with a woofie and lost.                                                                          MOL….mom is in her glory looking for different spices and concoctions than in Canada.

The next place to find was Lady Dinah’s Cat Emporium.  A bit of a challenge for our wanderers.

I won’t show you all the areas they wandered in and out but  Chinatown and Coventry Gardens were two of the districts.

They found Lady Dinah’s Cat Emporium just as dad was starting to say they had come the wrong way while he was pushing mom on her walker.  They both were so excited they forgot to take a picture.

Inside was a small cat heaven. There were cats sleeping…of course.  Cats watching the pigeons and greeter cats showing us around.                                                                       Shoko would be crazy over these stairs….dropping on me from above.                                                                                Look at these caves for the cats.  They look like they’re in the wild forests of Africa.  What a hoot. 

                                                                                          The birds outside caught these kitties attention while we sat and had High Tea.

A most satisfying visit to their first cat café.

Next installment…visiting Harrods Department Store.                                                                  

 

 

 

 

 

Normandy/Omaha Beach….A piece of History

To read about mom and dad’s first meeting with Phenny and his family click on Easy’s Blog.

The next day these five didn’t waste time but got into Phenny’s Elephant Skate and for an elephant it was one compact elephant and they headed toward the Atlantic,  It was a long ride of about three hours.  Mom wasn’t used to sitting for so long anymore and kept getting sleepy.  Phenny helped with that…he told her things about his mom and dad that had mom wide awake.  He said his mom was renting herself out as a part-time carpenter and her dad was taking dancing lessons.  Mom was fascinated.  Is mom ever gullible!  Geesh! MOL                                                      They all arrived safely in Normandy  The little house we were renting was a beauty.                                                                             There were even 3 bedrooms so we could um and awe about which room we could have.

Unpacked we headed for Omaha Beach.                                                         This quaint house marked the start of Omaha Beach.                                                                      The only words mom understood were Omaha Beach,  camping and tennis.

While waiting mom sat on the Oceanic Kayaks.  She got up, heard a snap and landed on her face like a sack of hammers.                                                              That was a boo boo and she was determined though the knee hurt, it would not slow her down…ya right!  She never got down to Omaha Beach to find a used shell for a remembrance.  It’s probably against the law anyway.

Katty and mom made their recipe for Shopping Around The World….Salmon fish cakes.                                                                         Phenny was an enormous help.  If you want to read the Salmon Fish Cake Recipe….just click on the name.

We all decided to visit the Canadian cemetery and leave a couple of Canadian flags and candles with covers to guard against the rain.                                                                       

Phenny and Flat Shoko left their blessings for those that had fought for their freedom.

Thank you fellow Canadians…your efforts are so appreciated.  I wonder if cats helped the men like in World War 1?

Mr. Phenny’s dad  took mom and dad for a drive through Normandy for a look at the different architecture of the houses.                                                                  Mom says this big house looks very official so perhaps its being used as a museum.

Too soon it was time to go back to Paris and catch the train.  They left early and arrived in Paris around noonish.  Mom was very overcome saying good bye to Katty and Phenny.  Phenny’s dad helped carry suitcases into the station.                                                                         Mom and dad thank you so much for the unforgettable visit with such fabulous peeps and of course, the one and only Da Phenny.

It was time to get on the Eurostar train and head for London from Gare du Nord.                                                                          The Eurostar goes 200 MPH.  It took about 2 hours to fly the rails to London.  They spent a total of 20 minutes in the Chunnel.                                                                            Mom and dads last view of Paris from the rails.  Isn’t this the Metro mom?

Next installment mom and dad set their paws on  London cement.                                                                    

 

 

Still Running Amok in Paris

 

Mom and dad charged out of the hotel and headed for the buses.  They only had two hours to get to the luncheon cruise on the Seine.                                                           They grabbed a Hop On/Off bus and enjoyed some more of the view.

The bus came to the entrance way into The Louvre, and the square where Marie Antoinette and Louis IV lost their heads to the guillotine.  Would this be a cleaner way to wipe out the mouses and bugs?   No, I think I’d have nightmares about headless mouses.  Makes me shiver….ugh.                                                                              Wonder why the entrance is so tall and yet narrow?

All vehicles had to squeeze through the gate. Perhaps there was  an extra inch or two on either side of the bus.  Mom said it was an odd feeling to be squished to fit.  I don’t think they actually squished her though….yuck….a revolting thought.

They arrived on the other side and ta da….there was The Louvre.

Sorry bout this picture my friends….dad seemed to get the wrong angle..  You get the idea though.                                                                                    This is Place de la Concorde.  Mom says it’s huge and has quite the history.  Wikipedia supplied the facts we needed to inform you.

The place was designed by Ange-Jacques Gabriel in 1755 as a moat-skirted octagon between the Champs-Elysées to the west and the Tuileries Garden to the east. Decorated with statues and fountains, the area was named Place Louis XV to honor the king at that time. The square showcased an equestrian statue of the king, which had been commissioned in 1748 by the city of Paris, sculpted mostly by Edmé Bouchardon, and completed by Jean-Baptiste Pigalle after the death of Bouchardon.

At the north end, two magnificent identical stone buildings were constructed. Separated by the rue Royale, these structures remain among the best examples of Louis Quinze style architecture. Initially, the eastern building served as the French Naval Ministry. Shortly after its construction, the western building became the opulent home of the Duc d’Aumont. It was later purchased by the Comte de Crillon, whose family resided there until 1907. The famous luxury Hôtel de Crillon, which currently occupies the building, took its name from its previous owners.

French Revolution

During the French Revolution in 1789 the statue of Louis XV of France was torn down and the area renamed Place de la Révolution. The new revolutionary government erected the guillotine in the square, and it was here that King Louis XVI was executed on 21 January 1793.

Other important figures guillotined on the site, often in front of cheering crowds, were Queen Marie Antoinette, Princess Élisabeth of France, Charlotte Corday, Madame du Barry, Georges Danton, Camille Desmoulins, Antoine Lavoisier, Maximilien Robespierre, Louis de Saint-Just and Olympe de Gouges.

 

Execution of Louis XVI in the then Place de la Révolution. The empty pedestal in front of him had supported a statue of his grandfather, Louis XV, torn down during one of the many revolutionary riots.

In 1795, under the Directory, the square was renamed Place de la Concorde as a gesture of reconciliation after the turmoil of the French Revolution. After the Bourbon Restoration of 1814, the name was changed back to Place Louis XV, and in 1826 the square was renamed Place Louis XVI. After the July Revolution of 1830 the name was returned to Place de la Concorde and has remained that way since.

Time had gotten away from these two again.  They were not sure  where the cruise was so…… it was taxi time again.                                                                          Mom and dad arrived with little time to spare.  They were shown to their tables right away and mom plopped down and started to take her coat off.  One must remember these tables are small and very close together….mom forgot and stretched away like she was at home.  She spilled the wine on the table behind her.   There were gasps but when mom turned around to say she was sorry, the waiter had already moved them to another table.  This is how to keep peeps away from you in the future. MOL                                                                        This was the appetizer.  Five different selections to start the meal.  The main course offered five small selections as did the desserts.  A most tantalizing meal.                                                                        A replica of the Statue of Liberty with the Eiffel Tower in the background.

The studio apartments that look quaint and artsy are all over Paris, not in a certain area….everywhere.  Seemed to take away their charm to mom.  These apartments are very expensive.                                                                  After the yummy food and a rest mom was set to go again.  They headed back toward the Mercure Montmartre hotel….on the Metro this time.  They actually went right to the correct exit and headed to the Moulin Rouge.                                                                      Feeling confident in their ability to get about in a strange city, they decided to catch a wee train up to Sacre Coeur.                                                                  Mom loved this train….look at those cobblestones too.  The ride was a tad bumpy. MOL  Get that luncheon jumping around in her tummy.                                                               Wow…this church is a real beauty even by Parisians standards.

Wikipedia gives us some additional info on Sacre Coeur,

The Basilica of the Sacred Heart of Paris, commonly known as Sacré-Cœur Basilica and often simply Sacré-Cœur (French: Basilique du Sacré-Cœur, pronounced [sakʁe kœʁ]), is a Roman Catholic church and minor basilica, dedicated to the Sacred Heart of Jesus, in Paris, France. A popular landmark, the basilica is located at the summit of the butte Montmartre, the highest point in the city. Sacré-Cœur is a double monument, political and cultural, both a national penance for the defeat of France in the 1870 Franco-Prussian War and the socialist Paris Commune of 1871[1] crowning its most rebellious neighborhood, and an embodiment of conservative moral order, publicly dedicated to the Sacred Heart of Jesus, which was an increasingly popular vision of a loving and sympathetic Christ.[2]

The Sacré-Cœur Basilica was designed by Paul Abadie. Construction began in 1875 and was finished in 1914. It was consecrated after the end of World War I in 1919.

For more info go to https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sacr%C3%A9-C%C5%93ur,_Paris.

This little area is also an artist’s haven.  Many paintings and designed items could be found while pounding the cobblestones.  Mom found a few items to warm our hearts and set our paws to clapping for more.                                                               Mom and dad dragged themselves back to the hotel for a rest before they met up with Phenny, Katty and Mark from Easy’s Blog tomorrow.

To read about our meeting and first day together just click on Easy’s Blog                                                              

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mom and Dad Invade Paris

 

So when we left our intrepid explorers they had found the rooftop balcony and were mellowing.                                                                    After a good night’s sleep, they were ready to tackle Paris.  They had a tour lined up for 9am for the Eiffel Tower.  They got up early and decided to take the bus.  They got on the bus and after 2 hours weren’t getting close to the Eiffel Tower.  What to do?  They took a taxi to the Eiffel Tower.  Way quicker and they had time to spare.  The tour got together and went right up to the 2nd. floor.  There were long line ups for peeps to get in at the North, South, West and East gates,  on the ground but we bypassed them with our tour.                                                                        The view from underneath the tower leaves a lot to be desired, as you can see.

The Eiffel Tower took  2 years two months to build starting in 1887 and was inaugurated in 1889 and the Parisienne folk didn’t like it.  It didn’t  blend into the landscape and many found it ugly.  The cost in 1889 for the Eiffel Tower was 7,799,401.31 French gold francs.  Gustave Eiffel  decided to open the gates to people and charge a small fee for the pleasure, to recoup the millions of francs it cost.  He recouped his money in 6 months!   The Eiffel Tower is 1,063 feet (324 meters) tall, including the antenna at the top.                                                                                  Dad is showing off his camera.  Nice isn’t it?  Well, on his way back to the hotel from the Metro (subway), a woman stopped him and informed him there was a known pick pocket following him.  He never showed off his camera again.  He wore a windbreaker to cover the camera when they were on the move.

The Tower’s Protection

The Tower’s Colours masque photo

The Tower’s Colours

Constructed using puddle iron, the Tower is protected from oxidation by several coats of paint to ensure that it lives forever.

In 1900 in his book ” The 300-Meter Tower “, Gustave Eiffel wrote, “We will most likely never realize the full importance of painting the Tower, that it is the essential element in the conservation of metal works and the more meticulous the paint job, the longer the Tower shall endure.”

The Tower has been re-painted 18 times since its initial construction, an average of once every seven years. It has changed colour several times, passing from red-brown to yellow-ochre, then to chestnut and finally to the bronze of today, slightly shaded off towards the top to ensure that the colour is perceived to be the same all the way up as it stands against the Paris sky. Sixty tons of paint are necessary to cover the Tower’s surface, as well as 50 kilometers of security cords, 5 acres of protection netting, 1500 brushes, 5000 sanding disks, 1500 sets of work clothes…and more than a year for a team of 25 painters to paint the Tower from top to bottom.

Excerpts taken from, “Visiting the Eiffel Tower.” http://www.toureiffel.paris/en/everything-about-the-tower/themed-files/97.html.

The view of Paris from the 2nd. floor of the Eiffel Tower were breathtaking.                                                        Paris and the river Seine were at our feet.                                                                     Isn’t this romantic?

                                                                           Mol…MOL  Mom blowing a kiss to dad….she looks like she’s drunk as a skunk.  That’s my mom!

After the remaking of, *Kiss me you Fool*, they were headed down and out of the Eiffel Tower.  Aw, now to tackle the bus.  Dad had his cell phone with all the pertinent locations, buses, and Metro stops.  How could they go wrong?                                                                      Off they went on the bus.  Mom was enjoying the architecture and dad told her to get off the bus…off they went and found out that they got off too soon.  They got on another bus and tried again.  They went a little way and dad hollered, “I made a mistake we should have taken another bus.”  Mom was getting a bit ticked off by this point.  Dad conceded he didn’t get the bus system and there was something wrong with the directions on the cell phone.  So they tried the Metro.  The Metro had no escalator down nor up and the stairs were a grind after a while.  It was the same on the Metro…get off/get on…MOL…Hop On/ Hop Off…till mom had enough and asked a very nice lady who gave her directions as they were nowhere near the hotel.

They returned to the hotel at 5pm and were rather spacy by this time.  They grabbed supper and retired for the evening.

The next day they were up and out early once again.  They had tickets for the Hop On/ Hop Off bus for two days.  Hop On/Hop Off buses are great cause if you see an area you would like to go investigate, you can get off the bus and go visit the area and then hop on the bus again later…no extra charge.  The bus had 4 routes or concentric circles it travelled.  Mom and dad made it through the yellow and green….got off at Avenue des Champs-Élysées.  The most expensive stores are located on this street.                                                                               Mom and dad went into the restaurant above for snacks and a coke.  Mom went to the washroom which was upstairs and she saw the biggest cockroach she’s ever seen.  She said it was at least two inches long.  She left her camera at the table with dad so couldn’t take a picture.  Bummer I would have liked to see it.                                                              Well, they couldn’t afford anything other than snacks so jumped on the Hop On/Hop Off bus and admired the scenery.

They came to the Arc de Triomphe and were overcome with the traffic from the 12 avenues connected to the circle.

The Arc de Triomphe de l’Étoile letwal]  is one of the most famous monuments in Paris, standing at the western end of the Champs-Élysées at the center of Place Charles de Gaulle, formerly named Place de l’Étoile — the étoile or “star” of the juncture formed by its twelve radiating avenues.

The Arc de Triomphe should not be confused with a smaller arch, the Arc de Triomphe du Carrousel, which stands west of the Louvre. The Arc de Triomphe honours those who fought and died for France in the French Revolutionary and Napoleonic Wars, with the names of all French victories and generals inscribed on its inner and outer surfaces. Beneath its vault lies the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier from World War I.

Excerpts taken from “Wikipedia”…https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arc_de_Triomphe

Our travelers headed back to their room in the hotel.

Next installment mom and dad get a close up of the river Seine.                                                                    

Mom and Dad Fly the Friendly Skies

Did mom tell you about their trip to France and the UK, Shoko?  She told me about France, Kali.  Did she tell you about the UK?  She did.  Then between the two of us we can tell our friends what they did on their vacation.

SHOKO…..BLACK
KALI…..ORANGE                                                                   

In the middle of March mom and dad said goodbye and we never saw them again….whoa Shoko, they did come home.  Well, it was like 3 weeks till we saw those bleary  eyes again.  That’s like forever for a feline.                                                                            You have to be the biggest drama queen in Prince George, Shoko!

Off they flew down to Vancouver and to their motel  Dad grabbed someone else’s suitcase in the airport and never noticed until the airport called and told him.  Mom’s niece drove dad back to the airport to get their suitcase.

 When the family gathered for dinner, they all gave mom the respect she deserved and kissed her ring.  Oh brother!  Mom is not the godfather of her family.  Who is then?  Nobody…it’s just a normal family.  Mom has a normal family….I don’t think so, there’s got to be something odd about them.  Whatever Shoko.

The next day they got up and flew on Air Canada to Montreal.  Four hours of cramped legs and a TV  set so close it was almost up her nose as the person in front set their seat to go back several feet.  Ok, Kali a few inches.  Geesh!

Mom was off the plane right smartly in Montreal and 3 gates away was the flight to Paris.  She quickly rushed over as they were calling for everyone to board.  Mom and dad were on the plane right smartly and then they sat and sat on the plane as the plane needed de-icing but there were two planes waiting to be de-iced first.

Finally the plane took off for Paris.  Mom was excited to be going to such a well-known and romantic city.  Six hours later, the thrill of going to  Paris had worn off as she felt sweaty, hot and incredibly tired.  Dad was snoring in the seat beside her.  She wanted to poke him but restrained herself.

At long last they arrived at Charles De Galle Airport in Paris.  The hotel chauffeur gave them the ride of their life.  There were mopeds all over the street, weaving in and out of traffic, that was bumper to bumper.  They reached the hotel safely and leaped to solid ground.                                                                   The best picture of a moped in traffic mom could get.  The bikes go like stink.

 

After checking into their little room, mom and dad went for a drink of Pepsi in the hotel lounge.  There was a small courtyard off the lounge so our pawrents decided to partake of the fresh air.  No Pepsi but Coca Cola everywhere in France.  Coke will do in a pinch.                                                             Does she not look like an enthusiastic explorer? MOL

Next installment finds mom and dad trying to navigate the Paris  transportation system.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

 

 

Mother’s Day Selfie

It’s Mother’s Day and also Selfie Sunday blog hop with our host The Cat on My Head.                                                                                    You want me to do a selfie now….LIKE RIGHT NOW!  Do you see, I climbed the arbor even with my out of shape bod. MOL                                                                            I climbed up the lattice like steps.

Alright, alright…say TREATS….There, this is a good one, mom.  Don’t I look nonchalant.

Kali and I got mom some lovely flowers for Mother’s Day.  Dad picked them up for us.  We sold some of our furs on ebay.  There was a big demand for Kali’s fur but not mine.  I was hurt.  Nobody seemed to want my two toned fur.  Turns out Kali did very well and paid for most of the flowers herself.  She even has lots of fur left.

Kali said she wanted to pose with the flowers.                                                                                 These are very pretty.                                                                 What beautiful colors.

               I’m going to sneeze…au…au choo!

           I’m out of here!

Everyone take a gander at your friends posing for their selfies.  Simply click on The Cat On My Head and you will be swept to their house.

Be sure and give your mom or dad big hugs and cuddle lots tomorrow to show them how much you love them.                                                                            

 

 

Friendly Fill-Ins From Us

Mom and I will do this Fill In for Ellen of 15 and Meowing and Annie from McGuffy’s Reader.  This is also a blog hop so go to McGuffy’s Reader and see what your friends have to say.

KALI…..ORANGE
MOM…RED VIOLET

 

. My favorite cereal is…..LUCKY CHARMS.  The different colors make me feel happy and they taste fantabulous.                                                 

2. My prom….. WAS NOT MEMORABLE AND NOT WORTH DISCUSSING SO WE WON’T.  WELL, TRUTH TIME I NEVER WENT TO A PROM.

3. The …..MAJOR….. thing about …..OREGANO…..  IS TO REALIZE THAT THE TASTIER AND MILDER LEAVES ARE THE YOUNG WEE ONES.  THE OLDER ONES ARE TOO STRONG FOR US KITTIES WITH SENSITIVE PALATES.  SO POKE ABOUT IN THE REGANO AND FIND THE SMALLEST LEAVES AND CHOW DOWN.                                                                 

 

4. I cannot help….. MYSELF,….. but …..THE MOMENT I HEAR BUDDY BUDD’S VOICE THE FUR ON THE BACK OF MY NECK STANDS UP.

Have a great Friday and remember Saturday is around the corner so get ready to pawta with us.