I woke up to heavily falling snow. Merde. But, I had promised a lovely girl I met a trip to the Eiffel Tower. After eating a petite dejourner , I hopped the RER C and arrived at the Tower.
(Note: Don’t pay attention to my poor grammar in front of the camera & yes, that is Nutella on the corner of my mouth. When in Paris!)
I navigated my way to our meeting spot and inquired at Information about the ice skating.
“No tower today,” he says, “too much snow.” Of course. To make matters worse, I waited for over one hour with no sign of my pal. Turns out, she had emailed me saying she wasn’t feeling well and couldn’t make it. Well, at least I saw the tower (it was amazing) and I got a few beautiful shots:
I crossed the Seine, and hopped a bus to the Louvre for one last visit. Since I purchased the Paris Museum Pass, I had unlimited visits for 6 days. The best part? I didn’t have to wait in line (each one was about 25 people deep). I loved that I could just pop in, enjoy a tea, warm up and leave (by the way their cafeteria upstairs is beautiful).
This time, I focused on the Egypt, Iran and Medieval exhibits and they all blew me away. Especially the Ancient Egypt exhibit. If you have the time, I highly suggest getting the museum pass and taking your time at the Louvre… it makes all the difference.
On to Les Marais. I was in search of an old Paris map, one I was told (by my Parisian friend, Marie) I would find at Paris Historique (basically the Paris Historical Society). I surprised myself by finding this shop with no difficulty. Unfortunately, the only maps they had would have taken up the entire wall in our home! I started to say my ‘merci beaucoup and au revoir’ when the lovely volunteer asks, “You like to see downstairs?”
“What is downstairs?” I ask
“12th century, come.”
So I followed her down the steepest, most wobbly stairs I’ve ever seen. When we reached the bottom I stepped on a dirt floor. We were in a salle of a monastery from the 12th century. A group of students is in the process of preserving it. I couldn’t get over what I was seeing. The architecture was incredible and I felt so privileged to be exposed to such a thing.
Before parting, I asked her for recommendations for another shop that may have maps. “Hotel de Sully” she says (like I knew what that meant). She points in the direction I should go and I set out. Sure enough, there it is. A majestic building with arrows pointing to a courtyard. I enter and sure enough, ‘Bibliothèque’. Inside, I spotted ‘the map’ on the wall. I looked around the shop and found a small container with huge maps inside. And there is was… the map I’ve been looking for since I got here, Le Plan de Turgot, Map de Paris. I ignored the price, paid, and set out for a late lunch.
Le Pain Quotidien is a lovely little chain here in Paris, serving organic foods at a large communal table.
For now, resting a bit before setting out to finish up some shopping and grab dinner. I only have a few more meals here and must make it count.