C'est Dimanche

Note the rollerblader in a kilt.

Having been out of hospital recuperating since Friday, I've been showing as much of Paris to my visiting-to-bedside mother, Foxy T, as I can.

Today, being Sunday in Paris, everything is (of course) closed. We walked to the Marais where we grabbed some tasty shawarma and then started on a leisurely stroll toward Notre Dame. Along the way, on one of Paris' main streets, Rue du Rivoli we noticed police on rollerblades beginning to block traffic and a crowd of at least 200 people at the cross street waiting. For what, we did not know.

As we got closer we realized that the crowd that looked like a small protest group were actually all, also, on rollerblades. Perplexed, a police officer had to be approached:

- Excuse me, what's going on?

- I'm sorry?

- Why is the street closing? Are they rollerblading for charity?

- No.

- So...

- C'est dimanche.

It's Sunday. Oh. They just wanted to. 

Having effectively blockaded the road, the crowd was given the go ahead. And, so, that was Sunday.

To clarify: because there is little else to do in Paris on Sundays, a bunch of people on rollerblades banded together with like-minded officers of the law to close off a main thoroughfare so they could go rollerblading because they wanted to because it was Sunday. The police just blocked off traffic, without prior notice, and allowed a crowd of 200 plus to begin rollerblading down Rivoli. It was funny. But the drivers that were blocked off didn't think so. The police officers just bladed off into with crowd. 

C'est dimanche!