I have been in Paris for just over a week. My last trip to Paris was for 2 nights and 1 day so we crammed in what we could and left. This time is a little more relaxed.
On our first morning, while buying blueberries, the man in the fruit shop asked for an English lesson on the names of all his fruit. This confused me. I was told on more than one occasion that French people are rude and reluctant to speak English. As soon as I attempt to speak French they reply in English and I feel like an idiot for trying??
All I have eaten this week is bread! I want a bowl of cereal so badly!
The croissants are delicious. Bakers delight you need to lift your game!
I wasn’t expecting so many Italian restaurants in Paris but there is. The lovely people at Fat Tire gave us a list of their favourite places to eat. Tonight we dine!
Yes Fat Tire. Another bike tour, another near death experience. The night and day tours are completely different. The day as mentioned is very informative and the night not so much.
We rode to Notre dame de Paris. (our lady of Paris) To “the best ice cream in Paris” (apparently) I stupidly said I didn’t like it. It was like slurping chocolate topping out of a cone. I think I hurt his feelings.
Onward, we rode through the second courtyard of the Louvre (the one behind the inverted pyramid) and then out through the arch to the inverted pyramid. It was nicer at sun set with no one around! It felt like we were doing something naughty. Like when myself and certain others used to trespass on the school's property on the weekends - just for fun. NAUGHTY!
Most importantly we rode the bridge used for the last episode of sex and the city where Cary and Mr Big get back together. Ohhh memories.
Lovers put padlocks on bridges all over the world as a symbol of their love and throw the key in the river. Funny how some people use combination locks.
Last stop was the river cruise, it was nice and long but cold and I wanted my bike back.
Alas we couldn’t ride bikes everyday. We made a special exception for the Louvre. Everyone keeps saying that if you stand and look at every work for one minute it would take you something (crazy) like nine months to see everything. So we planned to see the Egyptian, Persian collections and some paintings. Waited until cheap ass Friday night. Put my intellectual hat on. We went.
Amazing but obviously big. My favourite's were a stautue of Marcus Aurelius, some paintings by guys named Gericault and Gros and some guy named Davinci, his painting were amazing.
I’m like so smart after a week in Paris.
I Found the cutest shop in the world in Montmartre. It is called trait. The website doesn't do the shop justice. It is just a paper shop but I wanted to buy all of their postcards, paper and exercise books, e.t.c. so cute!
Not a great photo of the shop - sorry.
The Sacre Coeur is my favourite place in Paris. The view from the top is so pretty and there are performers singing, dancing and flexing their muscles with soccer balls. (This should be compulsory for every soccer player) You could easily sit for a couple of hours admiring the view. (and the flexing) If you have had enough and feel like getting your portrait painted, (why not?) walk up the hill a little further and you can. If you feel like eating what I believe is the best ice cream in Paris, then walk a little further. You will see the lines.
That is a look of love, the love I have for chocolate ice cream!
Firsts glance we laughed (probably out of exhaustion from walking up a thousand stairs - no lift!) at the portable shower in the left corner and a sink in the right. Toilet is shared out on the floor. The walls are a pretty yellow we had a window looking out onto the street at the homeless man living there. Location really is everything. The owner is nice enough. Giant padlock on the door, which means we were safe from everyone but the cleaning lady. She barged in every morning.
Lady: ohh Something in French "blah blah"
Lachie: zzzz
Liv: Still in bed staring up at lady very confused.
Lady - still speaking in French
Liv - Me still in bed wondering what she is saying.
Lady – close the door.
Liv – "what is her problem? I’m sick of talking to her. You can talk to her tomorrow."
Lachie - zzzz
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More cupcakes - The healthy yogurt (I think) icing kind. A place called Berko in Montmartre. Cupcakes aren't meant to be healthy. I said no to sugarless icing in New York I am saying no to what I think is yogurt icing too! (I could be completely wrong) They do have some amazing looking cakes though.
This is our messy little hotel room. The white thing on the left is our portable shower.
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