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... we passed an onslaught of security vehicles and found ourselves in front of the Hotel de Matignon which houses the French Prime Minister. We were not invited in for tea.
The next block we came to the Musee Rodin. Opened in 1919 the museum is dedicated to Auguste Rodin who did stuff like The Thinker, The Kiss and The Gates of Hell. With many of his sculptures in the ...
... the starving French citizens revolted against a monarchy that would have 10 dishes prepared for each meal and then chose the one they would like to eat. It was seen as an honor for the remaining food to be purchased by members of the court.
At 5:00 PM we took our weary feet out of the palace grounds into the city of Versailles to find a street cafe for libations and food. Then back onto the train, metro and hotel.
... t have a spare $50,000 for a watch so didn't really do any shopping. And now Paris... We have arrived to a very wet Paris....found our way on the metro in peak hour with our cases to our B and B. Hard to find. 3 rooms as part of an apartment. Very French and very chic BUT very strict. Rules galore. No eating in the room. No soap in the shower. Have to use a gel. No locking of doors when you leave the room. But he is very nice and helpful. But ...
... earlier been threats of protests in the city, so security was extremely high. Both the Queen of England and President Obama were staying near our apartment, but unfortunately they did not have time to accept our dinner invitation. Dinner on Pino' s Italian Restaurant on the Champs Élysées. The restaurant ticked all the travel tip rules. Delicious. Caught a tricycle taxi home for some entertainment. Paris is beautiful at night. A wonderful day of cultural ...
... partially fuels my appreciation for travel. I was not always able to leave the country and see other places, for fear of not being able to return to the U.S. Anyway, it was dark out. I broke the silence with the sound of my suitcase wheels clunking along on the cobblestones until I reached the metro entrance. It was still locked! I had a flight at around 8:30, and I considered taking a cab. "Hello!?" my voice echoed past the gate and down the steps. Nothing. Then, I ...