Hello again ladies and gents!
This morning we woke up and went through our morning baby-breakfast routine and got ready for the day. There is usually a small smiling face waking me up with some violently waving arms and legs. After a little bit of preparation a delicious pot of mushy carrots or some sort of rice mix cereal comes flying towards the little hopper – which she’s not too quick to accept. Vivienne has discovered how delicious “breakfast” cookies can be especially with the addition of some youtube’d Elmo. We have re-lived the yup-yup aliens of Sesame Street, danced with Feist in Yo Gabba Gabba, and unfortunately ended Lamb Chop’s “Song That Never Ends”. So far my favorites have been clips from Disney’s Fanstasia.
Once we pulled the stroller down the stairs and strapped the little gal in, we headed over near the Pompidou (which has just recently opened back up) and did a little shopping. I found these adorable leggings that were 30 euro at the BHV (similar to a Target or some well-known department store). I thankfully bought my leggings for considerably cheaper.
We eventually made our way to this nice little brasserie. I, of course, ordered steak with mushrooms and a delicious cheesy-potato mash combo (with Bearnaise sauce on the side – let’s not skimp on the tastiness). This meal of course brought on the “meat-sleeps” and after a short nap, my brother and I headed off to the Louvre.
On Wednesday nights their hours are later (9:30pm), and we were able to cover most of the sections we were interested in. We went through most of the Middle Ages, stopped by the Etruscans, sauntered through Napoleon’s apartment, and headed down to the Louvre’s original foundation. Unfortunately I can’t find the cable for my camera otherwise I would be showing you all some very nice pictures… Instead I’ll show you some others from previous days.
It will probably sound ridiculous when I write this, but in Napoleon’s apartment I felt like most of my favorite pieces were sort of a challenge. I thought to myself “I would like this in my home, but not that gawdy chandelier over there. I’ll bet I could make this ____.” Of course, this is ridiculous – the man who created this ____ had years of practice and experience as well as having a country’s worth of resources to make this one silly little ____ (teapot, desk, lamp, you name it). Like most art projects and grandiose plans, I make for myself I began thinking “ok. I could start by finding someone with a kiln or a metalworking shop and then just a few weeks of planning and gathering materials and easy peezy: here we have one perfectly rendered ____ (amazingly intricate silver water bowl covered in pearls and shells)…”
What’s the point in this story? I ask myself… It makes me happy that great pieces of work like these are treasured, saved and shared. It makes me very happy to know that these pieces are available to the public and inspire people – even if they probably won’t hop right into a marble carving project. Oh lovely art. How I love you so.
When we had finally exhausted our urge for art we hopped the metro and got off near Montmarte. We found another little brasserie right below Sacre Coeur. There I ordered a Croque Monsieur and a Pelforth Brune. It was pretty tastey; however, our service was awful. There was a soccer game on and a band playing downstairs so our server was completely distracted. Finally by about 11ish at night we reached Sacre Coeur and MAN is it BEAUTIFUL! I don’t mean just the building itself but the location. We were standing on the edge of this wonderful hill where you can see Paris’s entire skyline. We could see Notre Dame and our neighborhood far off in the distance as well as the Eiffel Tower all lit up for the evening. It’s one of those views you just have to see atleast once during your lifetime. I am not even going to try to find a picture that will prove to you how nice this place is.
Now I have finally made it back home (home for now) and I am writing to you loverly friends and readers. This was a very enjoyable day!
Vive La France!