Thursday, August 4, 2011

Sacred Coors

Our second day in Paris was much more fun thanks to a good night's sleep and quite a few locals to entertain us.

We started at the Notre Dame- stunning and awe-inspiring when you realize what it took to accomplish construction of that magnitude in the time it was built. Afterwards stopped at a cafe overlooking the Seine for lunch/people watching.

After lunch we walked over to the Musee d'Orsay after stopping to check out the outside of the Louvre. I had one request for our trip and that was that we not have to go inside the Louvre. It's crowded, too big, and housed what I felt like was the same painting over and over and over. Call me uncultured, call me disrespectful, but it is what it is. I just wasn't a fan my first time around. However, the outside is very pretty:

While at the Musee D'Orsay, I learned that my mom is not much of an art connoisseur. I got a taste of this when she sprinted through the MoMA in New York but received the full effect in Paris. To quote her appreciation of the the great works of Monet, Renoir, and Cezanne that are housed at the D'Orsay: "They look just like the pictures. I've seen the pictures, now I've seen the real thing and we can go." I see her point, but it is always cool to see some really well-known works of art in person. This was my favorite by Monet:

I insisted on finding the Van Gogh exhibit though so The Dot found a bench to rest her feet for a minute. After determining Van Gogh MIA, I went to find her and took a break myself. We sat there plotting our next attack when a little asian man next to us sneezed and simultaneously farted so loudly it echoed through the whole section of the museum. It was SO funny. Maybe we are children, but we were stifling out of control giggles so badly that the man got up and left. On his way out he gave himself a pat on the ass as if to check to make sure he didn't shart himself. As you can imagine, this only made it worse, and we had to leave the D'Orsay due to our hysterics. My stomach hurts from laughing so hard.

After the D'Orsay we made our way to a cute little street called Rue Cler. We had crepes and then wandered up the street and found a wine shop with a very "talented" shop keeper. He heard us speaking english and directed us towards a bottle of Bordeaux. It's one thing to speak english well, it's quite another to be able to intelligently describe a bottle of wine in a foreign language. He did just that, and then promptly asked us if we had a "screwdriver" or if we would like him to go ahead and open it for us. I have to admit, it only added to his charm.

We took our wine and headed towards the park next to the Eiffel Tower picking up a jambon beurre and a chocolate croissant on the way that we literally watched them take out of the oven. I greatly overestimated the alcohol tolerance of my sweet mother and apparently one glass of wine with lunch and half a bottle during our picnic was enough to do her in. I have to admit, it was quite amusing. Luckily, we made it to the top and she DOES remember the view.

We finished the day at a little cafe right next to our hotel. Our wine-fueled exhaustion led to this video which occurred after my mom butchered the pronunciation of "Jardin de Tuileries" and "Sacre Coeur". We had a very fun day to say the least... if you listen closely you can hear her calling me a not very nice name at the end:

1 comment:

Lu said...

Ahh! I want to go back to Paris! Looks like you're having an amazing trip! You should go get ice-cream at a place called Berthillon near Notre Dame! Amazing!