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This was to be one of our busiest days of all. We were allowed extra sleep in time and didn't need to be on the coach till 9am. Paris traffic is extremely bad but eventually we drove up the Avenue des Champs-Elysées to the Arc de Triomphe. It looked very impressive and high amid the traffic chaos that surrounded it. Cars, buses & trucks all converged into the large roundabout. There were no lines, just a mass of merging, ...
... when it was built, and I suspect most Parisians hold the same opinion of it today. [Two years after its completion the construction of buildings over seven-stories high in the city center was banned.]
The Montparnasse area became famous in the 1920s and 1930s as the heart of intellectual and artistic life in Paris. From 1910 until the start of World War II, artists migrated to Montparnasse as an alternative to ...
... was another beautiful day. We had a traditional Czech meal at the Blue Duck which was actually something like U matka kiminsky, or whatever. It was really great, and there was a keyboard player straight out of a russian propaganda video that finished the night with a rousing rendition of "Rich Girl" by Gwen Stefani. True story. Prague was really wonderful and is a really beautiful city, I'd love ...
... to stay there when we headed that way after Paris. And it wasn't a backpackers! Once we had finished that, we headed off to explore a little more, but it was beginning to get late so we started heading in the general direction of our hotel. We started to hunt for some place to eat, but many of the menus appeared to be in French only so it was a little bit difficult. While on the topic of language, Daniel and I decided to take a different approach to our word in France, ...
... without the appeal of many of the other pieces of art. But it occurs to me yet again that I am not looking at a picture in a book or part of a TV documentary. I am standing in front of the real deal. I am in Paris, at the Louvre, in front of Da Vinci's Mona Lisa! The mob scene made it almost impossible to actually see the painting, but I caught a glimpse of that enigmatic smile, those knowing eyes as she serenely looks out at us. Her eyes really ...