I know from family lore that my grandmother and grandfather were from right across the Potomac from Cumberland in West Virginia. Going through WV public vital records online, I have found the marriage certificate (in some form).
So I am requesting my West Virginia documents today. This will include an application for a birth certificate for my grandmother Joan, and an application for marriage certificate request for Joan and William. Forms for both can be found at the website of the West Virginia Health Statistics Center.
Saturday, our last full day in Paris. The week seemed to go so slow and so fast at the same time, slow in that we really did a lot of things in a short week, but fast because time always flies when you get a short amount of time with someone important to you.
Friday, V and I had a completely unstructured day. We winged it after a morning panini run and decided to explore the Le Marais district. It is known as Paris’ gay and Jewish district so it naturally has cheap shopping. Unfortunately for Val (Nick is all set in the popped-collar fashion division), most of the stores were closed due to New Years day.
Thursday – New Years Eve. The feeling in Paris is pretty electric, people are hopping around on the streets (carefully avoiding the heaping piles of dog poo everywhere, apparently, in Paris you just don’t have to pick up after your pets’ poo.)
Wednesday, we had planned to visit the Louvre. It was the only day of the trip that we had sorta planned ahead of time, simply because the Louvre is closed on Tuesday, and open late on Wednesday.
The queue for the Louvre was horrendous, weaving literally over a quarter of a mile around corners and doorways (see Valerie’s queue post). It took us around 80 minutes to get through, but luckily the queue weaved inside of the Louvre courtyard, so there was plenty of fascinating French architecture to adore.
Tuesday, after another delightful Mouffetard breakfast, we had high ambitions of attending the Musée d’Orsay, which is a museum in Paris that specializes in impressionist paintings. However, upon arrival around 1pm, and sighting a ghastly long queue (we estimated it was over an hour just to get the tickets), we abandoned the venture and decided to go randomly amble around Paris – something everyone should do a few times upon visiting.
Our second full day in Paris, Monday, we discovered a market street called Mouffetard (on a tip from my boss, Amy). It’s a lot like Pittsburgh’s Strip District, but favors very small family-owned stores and vendors. We wanted breakfast, so we bought a baguette and some cheese from our new friend, who shall be now known as L’homme de Fromage (Cheese Man). Valerie asked him in French if he had a recommendation for a French cheese, he had us try Comte, and it was delicious. This is what vendors on the street market look like:
It was the shortest night of my life.
Flying in to the future is something a seasoned traveler probably gets used to, but still when I fly, my brain gets a little confused when it sees the sun coming up when it should be only 3am. I could not sleep, it was simply impossible. Though, Air France was a wonderful carrier, and I geeked out over getting to track our progress as we made our way to Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris.