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tenlittlebullets) wrote2008-08-03 10:27 pm
tenlittlebullets) wrote2008-08-03 10:27 pm
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Yes, I am a tourist. Do you have a problem with that?
First of all, requests for photos of Mizzie locations in Paris are a GO. I had to restrain myself from taking a photo of the rue du Bac street sign today, so I'd be happy to track shit down for you.
This morning started out almost miserable--cold and rainy and the suitcase was still missing and US Airways are shitheads and nothing was open and we were both really tired and cranky. And then at 10am the buzzer sounded, and I picked up the intercom and mumbled something, and got a response of "Bon matin! Baggage!" Which were about the three sweetest words either of us could've heard right then. So we ran down barefoot and hauled the suitcase back upstairs, and suddenly the day was looking up a lot.
We had intended to hit up some of the museums that are free the first Sunday of the month, but, uh. Well, first we got off the Métro in the Latin Quarter and wandered around the maze of streets for a while, then we foolishly passed by the Musée de Cluny saying "we'll come back to it" and continued down the Boulevard Saint-Michel. And yes, we ended up in the Place Edmond Rostand and took pictures of the McDonald's-that-was-Musain and goofed around and bought tacky t-shirts and had a drink break in one of the real cafés up the street. And then we spent easily an hour or two in the Jardin du Luxembourg, taking pictures and sitting around at the Fontaine des Medicis. At that point we decided to get on task and hit up the Musée Eugène Delacroix, which was free today, except we couldn't go up that way without visiting St-Sulpice and St-Germain-des-Prés. So we were pretty exhausted when we finally got to the museum. Which was nice! They had bought up and restored one of Delacroix's apartments and the adjacent studio, and filled them with works by him and his friends. And there was a lovely little courtyard.
So, having finally visited a free museum, we went and got lunch at a lovely little Asian restaurant somewhere on the Latin-Quarter-Saint-Germain border. Delicious and inexpensive, to the tune of less than €25 for a really good meal for two even though we both had kir. (Which really should exist in the US. Mmmmmm.) Then we headed back up to the river, where I got horribly distracted by the bouquiniste stalls. Horribly. I refrained from buying any books, but in addition to the Liberty Leading the People print I got at the Delacroix museum gift shop, I walked away with two posters and five postcards. At least they were cheap...?
Anyway, the stalls were so distracting that by the time we got to the Musée d'Orsay the cash desks were closed. Woe. So we sat down outside and looked through a gay pinup magazine and eventually straggled back to the apartment.
And now we are both exhausted. And experiencing Tourist Leg Burn from all that walking around.
...oh, Paris. ♥
This morning started out almost miserable--cold and rainy and the suitcase was still missing and US Airways are shitheads and nothing was open and we were both really tired and cranky. And then at 10am the buzzer sounded, and I picked up the intercom and mumbled something, and got a response of "Bon matin! Baggage!" Which were about the three sweetest words either of us could've heard right then. So we ran down barefoot and hauled the suitcase back upstairs, and suddenly the day was looking up a lot.
We had intended to hit up some of the museums that are free the first Sunday of the month, but, uh. Well, first we got off the Métro in the Latin Quarter and wandered around the maze of streets for a while, then we foolishly passed by the Musée de Cluny saying "we'll come back to it" and continued down the Boulevard Saint-Michel. And yes, we ended up in the Place Edmond Rostand and took pictures of the McDonald's-that-was-Musain and goofed around and bought tacky t-shirts and had a drink break in one of the real cafés up the street. And then we spent easily an hour or two in the Jardin du Luxembourg, taking pictures and sitting around at the Fontaine des Medicis. At that point we decided to get on task and hit up the Musée Eugène Delacroix, which was free today, except we couldn't go up that way without visiting St-Sulpice and St-Germain-des-Prés. So we were pretty exhausted when we finally got to the museum. Which was nice! They had bought up and restored one of Delacroix's apartments and the adjacent studio, and filled them with works by him and his friends. And there was a lovely little courtyard.
So, having finally visited a free museum, we went and got lunch at a lovely little Asian restaurant somewhere on the Latin-Quarter-Saint-Germain border. Delicious and inexpensive, to the tune of less than €25 for a really good meal for two even though we both had kir. (Which really should exist in the US. Mmmmmm.) Then we headed back up to the river, where I got horribly distracted by the bouquiniste stalls. Horribly. I refrained from buying any books, but in addition to the Liberty Leading the People print I got at the Delacroix museum gift shop, I walked away with two posters and five postcards. At least they were cheap...?
Anyway, the stalls were so distracting that by the time we got to the Musée d'Orsay the cash desks were closed. Woe. So we sat down outside and looked through a gay pinup magazine and eventually straggled back to the apartment.
And now we are both exhausted. And experiencing Tourist Leg Burn from all that walking around.
...oh, Paris. ♥
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Paris sounds lovely, and I am so jealous of your Delacroix Museum purchases :)
Soooooo now that I think about it, I actually would adore a picture of the Café Procope, which I believe is MERE STEPS from Odéon, but really I'm only interested if you happen to be in the area and are like "Oh! Le Procope! Right in front of us!". Not if you're like "ugh we have to hike down to that stupid restaurant for that internet girl".
Either way continue to have fun in Paris! Duh.
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And experiencing Tourist Leg Burn from all that walking around.
xD I've never heard the phenomena called that. It's almost a bit eloquent and definitively amusing.