Paris...saying goodbye breaks my heart
Trip Start Jul 08, 2013
25Trip End Aug 10, 2013
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The last few days have been a whirlwind trying to get everything seen and done and spending as much time as I could just soaking in all that is Paris. Thursday I decided to tackle the Louvre. Armed with a water bottle and a guide map, I followed the masses into one of the largest museums in the world. Michellangelo, Da Vinci, Delacroix...all names and I have come to see. But I found the Louvre a little disappointing. Maybe it was because I was tired of crowds dictating how long I could linger at a painting...but I found myself getting more and more annoyed with people as I moved through the museum. The lack of respect some people have for these works of art astounds me. Just as they did in the Orsay Museum, people were snapping flash photographs of the paintings and no one seemed to do anything about it! The noise level could be deafening at times and I nearly got crushed to death by a large group of semi-hysterical Asian tourists in front of the Mona Lisa! She really is a celebrity, and although it
To put myself in better humour, I met up with one of my new friends Toni, the lady from Texas whom I had met yesterday on the food tour. We went for a delightful lunch at Le Pied de Cochon, a beautiful brasserie which is well known for being the first and sometimes the only restaurant in France that is open 24 hours. Great company and getting to be adventuresome with food is my favourite pastime, so I tried the pig feet, which was a large haunch of meat, very fatty but interesting. We chatted away happily and I was in much better spirits when we parted company. In the evening, Mika had a soccer game at a local outdoor field, so I tagged along with my book, and spent a lovely evening sitting watching the boys play in the fresh air and reading Chocolat by Joanne Harris.
Today was my last day in Paris, and there was still so much I hadn't seen! My first stop was the house of Victor Hugo, which was surprising close by to where I was staying, so I grabbed a bagguette, some cheese and headed to the beautiful park in front of it to finish my book and eat a late breakfast. The house was a little museum filled with many of Victor Hugos things and lots of audio stories about his life. It was pleasent and small. I headed back to the appartment to pack before going down to The Catacombs to see all the bones. Unfortunately, the line was long and it was closing before I would have been able to get in, so I walked through the islands in the Seine past Notre Dame and took a picture of the locks on the bridge for my sister Heather. On a reccomendation from a friend I stopped to have Berthillon Ice Cream, which was heavenly for this swealtering day, then treated myself to a beautiful painting of Paris, and even managed to haggle the guy to knock 20 euros off the price. I headed back to the appartment dreading the carrying of the luggage through this heat, but found it was actually easier this time...I must be getting stronger from all the walking! Quick kisses from Mika and I was off to the Gare Est where I found my train with surprising ease, and was pleased to meet my couchette companions. There are six of us in this little sleep compartment with not much room to move around but we will make do. Et puis, au revoir ma chere Paris. Je me souviens.