Paris called our names the next weekend. Norris, Becky and Melissa went for crepes and art and of course the scenery.
We’d already been for delicious ice cream at Berthillon, as recommended by my French teacher.
Since the next morning was dry, we started our day at the Tour Eiffel.
With rain approaching, the Musee d’Orsay was the next stop. After lunch. We definitely can’t enjoy art on an empty stomach.
The 40 min. bus ride to Montmartre kept us out of the rain. It also gave us a glimpse of Moulin Rouge without having to walk through the crowded and interesting neighborhood. We saw Sacre Coeur, but my main goal was a Fondue place that we’d been to 20 years ago with the kids. Back then, they had long picnic tables and benches. To be seated you had to step over the table. So now it’s a tradition even though the tables pull out. It’s also tradition to serve wine in a baby bottle. Don’t know why for that one.
On our final day, we had to climb once more! At the Arc de Triomphe, we asked if there was an elevator, and thought the answer was yes.
We only went to the Arc de Triomphe first that day, because rain was expected later, so we made the regular afternoon museum run. The Musee de l’Orangerie is where Monet housed his waterlillies. He painted his garden with the plan to share the flowers in a tranquil setting. He wanted the paintings to provide peace for the viewers. These were placed in two large rooms, as he directed.
I guess Paris was my favorite! If the amount of pictures I took and saved and shared is any indication.
Au Revoir! Bissous!