Wow. We are tired. And, we have writer's block. We slept in a little bit today but made it to the lobby in time for breakfast, although all of the pain au chocolat was gone. And the croissants. I guess this is what a rough day in Paris is like. :) Anyway...
After breakfast, we began our fifth day of trekking across yet another route through Paris. We came upon this exquisite little French jewelry shop where furthered our efforts to hit the detaxe limit; good stuff! We wandered down the street to a little store selling chocolate at the window and finally bought some--very worth it.
Aimee's historical landmark note for the day--we think we walked by the place where Miles Davis used to live. Not sure, but we at least walked down the street.
After perusing a few more stores and stopping for lunch at Le Cafe du Pont Neuf, we walked over to the Louvre only to find that it is closed on Tuesdays (for the record, Lisa's guidebook says it was closed on Mondays). We took some pictures and vowed to return on Wednesday morning. The change in plans meant hailing a cab and heading to Le Sacre Coeur.
The Sacre Coeur was impressive, to say the least. It seems to be the place to hang out on Tuesday nights. There were people scattered all about on the steps and a three-piece band (complete with electrified bass and guitar) jammin' out to everything from Pink Floyd to Bob Dylan. Imagine Jim Morrisson with a French accent. Great (though oddly out of place) soundtrack for our visit! From there, we walked up the steps and encountered a French musicien carrying a gig bag who apparently thought he could charm us with what little English he knew--the only word he could manage was cheeeeesebooooourggggeuuurrrr. Yeah. Hot.
The Sacre Coeur really is breathtaking. There is an amazing view of the city in front of it, too. We walked inside and caught the end of a mass (we couldn't take any pictures) and read a few plaques in German and Italian. Of course, we got some great pictures outside before we hailed a cab for a ride back to the hotel. Consequently, we drove by the U.S. Embassy and got all wound up again. Imagine that.
Now, on to crepes. Jambon et fromage! (en anglais: "ahhhm and chiss") Bonsoir!
No comments:
Post a Comment