We decided during planning, it would be a good idea to get back to Paris early to ensure we didn’t miss our flights home. We also thought we had overbooked Paris and this last day could be used as a catch up of anything we had missed. We did not take into account how tired we would be. I really just wanted to lay in the hotel all day. But, we decided to at least go on a search to buy some art we could bring back. No such luck, the quick google search led us to cheap, disappointing studios. One was filled with obscene adult cartoons. DEFINITELY not my style. Another studio looked as if high school students were selling art. We gave up and headed to dinner in search of Pho. The highest recommended place did not look like it was open and was down a questionable alleyway. We choose the next rated Vietnamese place and were a little disappointed. We decided it was time to call it a day. Continue Reading…
Our sleeping in on day two caught up with us as we snoozed our alarms for almost two hours. Since we were headed to Brussels that evening, we wished our palace days goodbye and headed to the Gare du Nord. After dropping our bags in a locker, we grabbed a sandwich and café to go to the Louvre.
We ate on a park bench looking out onto the famous Pyramid. As we walked in we stopped to take a few pictures in front, which apparently was the exclusive ground for a young Japanese lady in a silky purple evening dress taking what I assume to be senior class photos. We shrugged this narcissism off to proceed directly inside with our museum passes in hand.
Aaron and I slept in even though we went to sleep around 8 p.m. We walked to breakfast, a charming French cafe with an equally charming Portuguese server with a slight tick. We ordered the brunch special. The bread and jam were delicious! The cafe American (filtered coffee) was good too as Europeans like their espresso. I tried to use as much French as I could remember (je voudrais…, petite dejeuner, etc.) and all was going swimmingly until the waiter asked “Fini?” I replied “Je suis fini.” He informed me this meant I was dead. Aaron and I had a lot of laughs about this. In case you are wondering J’ai fini is the correct way to say I have finished. Not I am finished. Duly noted, kind sir.
I flew separately from Aaron and unfortunately landed on opposite sides of Paris city center. Aaron actually arrived in Europe the night before on an early morning flight from London to Paris. The most logical meeting point was the famous Gare du Nord train station. Both extremely jet lagged but a little pep in our step as we are in Paris! After some struggles with our bank accounts to withdraw cash, we were able put our luggage in a locker to allow us to explore the city without checking into our hotel on the grounds of the Palace of Versailles.