This is Paris at 9:15p.m. … 9:15p.m.!

Which makes it feel like 7:15p.m. Is it any wonder that I’ve been going to bed so late?

Here’s a photo – op of our apartment building … how I just can’t get enough of this architeture … how nothing is new. Well, not entirely true — some buildings are new, so let me rephrase.

It’s not like the U.S. where we build out. They have no option in Europe other than to reuse what they have. This proves to be useful, as communities are truly built. Everything within walking distance. My kind of place.

Spent this afternoon at the Conciergerie.

Checking out the cells where everyone was held prior to the lovely guillotine. Can you imagine … what a way to go.

It reminded me of the time we took a family trip to San Fran and visited Alcatraz. Okay, so I might have only been 7, but I remember it very well, very clearly and quite fondly.

Especially the stint in Alcatraz. Did the place ever freaking creep me out. Just thinking about it gives me chills.

The Conciergerie is like Alcatraz, but a way a nicer Alcatraz … like the Ritz of Alcatraz’s. Mainly that’s the upkeep factor. It’s a little different when you’re talking historical preservation of France’s Revolution, and their original city Palace, versus the late 19th {American} century.

So the main thing I thought about hanging in the ‘cergerie today was … what would it be like to know you’re merely counting your days and hours till your head is going to be chopped off?

I wonder if they got a last meal? I don’t recall reading that this afternoon {they were given personal possessions to take with them, which I totally don’t get — what’s the point in that?}, but I sure hope so … although … who would be able to eat knowing you’re about to literally lose your head?

Well.

I, for one, probably could. It’d be a determination factor in me … a “I’m not going to let them get the best of me” kind of thing — the only way I’d know how to rebel. With food, how appropriate.

All these Paris visits and today was my first stop at the Concergerie, well worth the 5.50€ price, because, yep. They thought I was student. Why would I correct an assumption like that? Exactly, I wouldn’t.

I suppose some assumptions have their positives. Then again, I tend to believe everything does.