Ok, that pun was horrible, but it has been stuck in my head for a couple days, and I just had to get it out.
Seeing that last night was a late night and tomorrow will be a day of epic proportions, we decided to sleep in this morning. It really wasn’t that late. France’s daylight savings time started last night (which I think it cruel and unusual punishment to have to live through two “spring forwards” in one year). But one way to make spring forward better is to mistakenly set your clock TWO hours ahead. Then when you realize your mistake the next morning, you actually GAIN an hour. Pretty brilliant, even if unintentional.
Anyway, we made our way late-morning to the Louvre to see Miss Mona Lisa. The building itself was beautiful and impressive. We scavenger hunted our way through the different rooms and displays to see the things that interested us – the heads of Socrates, Aristotle and Plate, which, for some reason, really fascinated me.
Then various and sundry items from ancient Greece, Rome and Egypt and all that kind of stuff.
Oh, and we stumbled upon a room that had Charlemagne’s crown and Louis XV’s crown. Those also fascinated me, maybe because they were kind of hidden at the end of a long room and not mentioned in the map at all.
And then we saw Mona herself, along with the hoards of other tourists. Seriously, I have never seen a group so pushy and shovey and CLOSE TOGETHER in my life. We finally pushed our way to the front -ish. There was a point where I was standing on one foot because I couldn’t find a smidgen of floor to put my other foot down. And then I got tired of standing on one foot and decided to step on someone else’s foot anyway. They moved.
The painting is pretty, but we’re still wondering why it is SO popular. Why? I mean, there are hundreds, if not thousands of pretty paintings there done by incredibly famous people. Whatever. We got a picture.
After the Louvre, we leisurely strolled along the long pathway in the gardens in front of the museum. Upon finding some perfectly delightful green, reclining chairs, we stopped, ate a baguette sandwich and people watched for a good while…and I took pictures of the kissing couples and cute kids and an old man pushing a handcart full of homemade sail boats. (I still kick myself for not chasing after him to buy one.)
Finally made our way to a spot Grace had heard of – the location of the guillotine where so many, including Louis the XV and Marie Antionette lost their royal heads during the French Revolution. You know, I’ve never really been interested in French history, but this trip has made me want to learn more about it.
I must have been on a Marie Antionette kick this trip because many of our stops seem to include something about her. True to form, we then visited the Conciergerie – the first palace built in Paris in 1000 – the year 1000!!!! It was also at one time the prison where Marie Antionette was a captive for two months before her execution. Nobody must care about her husband Louis XV because in these places it’s all about her, and all you here about him is that she lost her husband eight months before to the Revolutionaries. Poor un-cared about guy.
Made our way back to the flat to rest but first had to stop at one of the many corner cafes and drink a cappuccino, Parisian style. Aaaaaaahhhhh, ’twas everything I thought a cappuccino at a sidewalk table on a Parisian corner would be – purely delightful and delicious too!
Grace and Matthew had to be different. Matthew had a double espresso. And Grace had…grog. It tasted just about as good as it sounds and left her gasping and coughing after the first drink, poor girl, and we never had time to go back for her to get a cappuccino.
For our evening outing, we took a nighttime boat ride along and Seine River. Beautiful, peaceful and yet another side of Paris. Saw many of the things we had already seen, but this time at night and there was NO WALKING involved! I would pay just for that part again.