I left pretty early from London St Pancras international on the Eurostar. Before I boarded the train, I had my first festive beverage of the season- a gingerbread latte, and a muffin. I thought about getting a croissant but decided it was better to wait.
The train ride was pretty uneventful. The man sitting next to me was translating his emails from french into English. I thought about helping him. The sentence I noticed was “It has been nice meeting you yesterday.” I couldn’t remember the name of the tenses though to explain why what he had written was wrong (it’s the past perfect), and he moved to another open seat. I did finish my book, City of Fallen Angels, on the train.
Upon arrival in Paris, my friend who had arrived the day earlier met me at the train station to show me where the airbnb was. It was pretty close to the train station (Gard du Nord) so we just walked. I dropped my bag off and we turned around and headed for the Louvre.
There was a bit of a line to get in and it was semi-raining. I was glad I decided to go with my trench coat and not my warmer less water-proof coat. While we were in line we were trying to figure out why the glass pyramid had been covered, by a giant white tarp. It turns out they were doing projection shows on it every night last week to celebrate the opening of the Louvre in Abu Dhabi.
We got in for free just by showing our student IDs which was super convenient since we didn’t have to wait in a line to buy tickets, just security.
After the Louvre, we bought sandwiches from a grocery store for lunch and headed to the Musee D’Orsay. We got in (free again) with a little over an hour before they closed so we did a whirlwind tour.
When it closed, we walked down the Seine to Shakespeare and Co. There was a line out the door to get in so we had to wait for about 15 minutes before we got in. I didn’t end up buying anything since I had very limited room in my backpack/suitcase.
We walked around for awhile looking for someplace to eat. We finally decided on a Falafel restaurant. I had the traditional hummus and falafel pita and baklava.
The next morning we headed to the Eiffel Tower for the photo op, but before we got there we had breakfast in a cute cafe. I had pancakes and a macchiato. I want to know where America gets it’s coffee names from because they are not the same thing here. My macchiato was the same size as an espresso, and didn’t have much milk in it.
Then we headed to the Arc du Triomphe. After looking at it for a few seconds (it was raining so we didn’t bother going up in it), we headed to Lauderee. I think my favorite flavor ended up being Pistachio. It started hailing as we left, which was fun.
We took the metro to l’Orangerie where Monet’s waterlilies are. The oval rooms were so peaceful despite all the tourists. Afterwards, we got some crepes at a stand outside.
To round out our weekend of art we went to the Rodin museum and sculpture garden.
It hit the point in the evening that everything was closed. We tried to go to the military museum, but we had missed their last entry. So, we went to the Catacombs which were still open. We queued for almost an hour before we bought our tickets. This was the only attraction the whole weekend that we couldn’t use our student IDs to get in for free.
Down in the Catacombs, I ran into a girl that I went to High School with. She’s studying abroad in Florence this semester, so the likelihood of us running into each other was so slim.
We had dinner at the Cafe du Industrie. We shared cheese and charcuterie and then I had more cheese.
The next morning we got apricot croissants from a little bakery on the way to the train station. We also got holiday drinks from Starbucks, only to chug them before we went through customs. Didn’t really think that one all the way through.