|Day 55: 2-24-11 - The Freedom, 8 rue de Berri, 75008|
Friday I was again going to head over to Musée d'Orsay, and so I sent Alex a text to see if he would like to join. It went something like this:
Me: Hey, what are you up to today?
Alex: We're going to Chinatown for lunch and to pick up some fake merchandise. Wanna come?
Me: There's a Chinatown? I was gonna ask if you wanted to go to a museum but that sounds way cooler.
|Day 56: 2-25-11 - L'église Saint Paul-Saint Louis,|
inside from the back.
After we wandered around the Marais to find Alex's absinthe specialty store (yes, they have that), and decided to go into L'église Saint Paul-Saint Louis, a rather oddly placed church in the row of buildings on rue Saint Antoine near the St. Paul metro. It's one of those places I've walked by dozens of times, even eaten falafel in front of, but have never gone in until now. Sadly, most of my pictures didn't turn out too well but I managed to get a few that worked. (seen right). I also have realized that my vertical photos tend to be crooked. I will work at correcting this. Finished the evening at Le Tribal Cafe with some cous-cous that I really wasn't hungry for after 2 plate of Chinese buffet food and dessert, but with phenomenal 4 euro mojitos how can you say no to free cous-cous?
Saturday Alex and I had booked tickets (9.30 euros roundtrip, not bad) to go to Orléans, the city famously rescued from the English by Joan of Arc. However, at 6:45 am I got a call from Alex saying that he couldn't find his 12-25 pass (which you need to show on the train when they check tickets to make sure you actually deserve the discount you got, or they fine you much more than the ticket would have been). Our train left at 7:25 am. So we scrambled to the train station, both in a bad mood and not really talking, to exchange our tickets for the next day, and went home to get a little more sleep (me) and tear apart a bedroom looking for said pass (Alex). So, in finding myself with a whole day of nothing planned, third time is, in fact, the charm and I finally made it to Musée d'Orsay. And I'll admit, I like it a lot better than the Louvre. I only made it through one half before they closed, so I'll have to go back, and they don't allow photos inside the museum, so I had to settle for a picture of the outside, from across the river. I'll give a more complete review once I make it the whole way through.
|Day 57: 2-26-11 - Musee d'Orsay. Supposed to be in Orléans, but the weather sucked anway.|