I think there is something seriously wrong with my legs, feet, back, etc,,,

Morning is not a pretty picture. I usually have a size 9 - 9 1/2 foot (shoe size that is). I think they are a good size 15 or 16 now. And if one more 6', 160 lbs. 70 year old Parisian guy blows by me on the sidewalk again, I am going to have to purposely step in his way and ask where the closest MacDonald is. ( Even though I already know. I only ate there once and it was because I didn't want to miss my bus).
As for the post I was so rudely interupted in. I see where I neglected to give the name of the Cathedral. It is the Sacre Cleur De Montmartre. As I mentioned the funicular is like a small tram which runs up the side of the mountain. It is only a 2 or 3 minute ride but takes a half hour waiting for your turn to pile in the car. Holds about twenty.  When at the top, I went in the Cathedral because it was open for a Mass being said. The tourist, a continuous line of people, were guided along the left side of the church, around the back of the alter, (these places are huge), and then along the right side to the exit door. I did get a chance to purchase a gold(ish) coin with the Cathedrals emblem on it. There were 4 vending machines behind the alter in which you dropped 2 Euro and out came the coin. I like souveneres like that. No Ethiopian or Iranian guy you have to keep saying no..no..Opps sorry. The only trouble with the vending machines is each one has a different church symbol on it. I couldn't decide which one I wanted so I bought, no, not all four, just two. There were also huge racks of votive candles. You could purchase a small wax disk in a plastic holder with a wick in it. It was 10 Euro so I passed on that. They literally had STACKS of boxes of candles right next to the rack. Hundreds, no, thousands of them at different racks throughout the Cathedral.The donation is all on the honor system. You put the money in a wooden box and light the candle. The parish congregation ( not sure if that is what catholic's call a group, it sounds Protestant to me, but) were all seated in the center two columns of chairs. A few hundred people. They had also put some chairs on the outer edges of the columns for anyone to sit and watch, relax or whatever. I wonder how many Hindu's have been converted there. I'm not kidding either. It has a holy-ness and special feeling to it. Truly eccumenical.
After walking thru the mideival part of town, I caught the bus which brought me close to the Metro stop I needed. I was a little twisted around (not lost) but the bus driver, a black guy with dreadlocks down to the middle of his back, spoke enough English to tell me which way to go. I got back to St. Germain des Pres and it was a couple of blocks to my hotel.