From Amsterdam I jumped on a train and headed to Paris. To give you some perspective about what this was like for me, let me take you back 20 years. There I am as a freshman in high school, finally sitting in the French class I had been waiting to take since middle school. I am memorizing every noun (and it's gender), conjugating every verb, soaking up every detail Mrs. Albertson tells us about France because I know that very soon I'll be going there. Hell, I'll probably even spend a semester there in college!
Well, life goes on then suddenly 20 years years has gone by and you haven't been to France. So when the opportunity came up for Anson to go to Germany we agreed we had to take the long-delayed trip to Paris as well. A volcano threatened to ruin our trip before it began, (and indeed it affected Anson's visit to Germany) but we got there. He ended up flying directly to Paris and met me at our Métro stop. I had to shake off my traumatic experience (note to self: pack lighter next time!) and as I stood there waiting for him, I looked around and I had to remind myself that I was finally in Paris. Paris!
We found a great apartment in the Latin Quarter which we made our home for the week. We got a week's pass on the Métro and became pros at navigating it. We got to know our neighborhood near the rue Mouffetard and stood in line with the locals for bread at the end of the day. We made friends with the guys next door who were opening a restaurant that week. We frequented the cafe near our apartment where I had my new favorite wine for the first time. I did my best to be our translator and found the Parisians more than willing to meet us half way with English when I got that confused look on my face. It was the trip I had always dreamed of--life in Paris, if only for a week.
More than once, Anson and I turned to each other and said, "We're in Paris." It was hard to believe and we both needed a reminder.
Anson, the Breakfast King, did not disappoint our first morning. We needed the strength for our first day--the Louvre.
The view from inside the Grand Pyramid. There's me.
A relief from the tomb of Tepemankh in Egypt depicting a menu for the dead. Next to it, a key translates the contents of each of the squares--bread, wine, beer, head of beef, pigeon, duck, cakes, etc.
This is a small diorama from Egypt depicting a brasserie (brewery). The figures on the right are grinding grain while the beer is brewing in the big jars and vases in the front hold beer.
I love the details that remind you this was a royal residence.
The sandwiches we had for lunch were terrible, but these chips made up for it. Plus, you can have a beer with lunch if you want.
These rows of pointed hedges were interesting. We saw them at the Musée de la Armée as well, and I thought they must be for defense.
The Arc du Triomphe du Carousel outside the Louvre.
The famous Art Nouveau Métro entrances. Note the couple on the left feverishly making out. This situation could only have been more "Parisian" with the addition of a mime. Oh, and with me holding a baguette.
No better way to end a long day...