Paris – Day 2

A beautifully sunny day.  Not wanting to waste a minute, we met up at 8am for breakfast and decided to head off down the Seine to the Musee d’Orsay.  After overdosing on impressionists, furniture, glassware, dinner services and sculpture,  it all got too much so we detoured to the little cafe on the ground floor, where you sit with your coffee and muffin, surrounded by all this art.  It was fabulous.

We left just as it was getting really busy and walked through the Louvreto the Place de la Concorde, past the Hotel Crillon and up to the Place de l’Opera.  We were heading for lunch at the Galeries Lafayettewhere there’s a Bar a Bulles (champagne bar) on the first floor. We only went to appreciate the interior decor – nothing to do with champagne of course.

Lunch

Back to the hotel, via an ice cream at Alberto Gelati again, and back out at 7pm to get up to Sacre Coeur.  It was mobbed of course, as was the Place du Tertre, but we sat and had a glass of wine and people-watched.I had booked a table at L’Esterel, a little Montmartre restaurant that I used to go to. I don’t know who I booked a table with, because L’Esterel was no longer in existence.  Instead we found a tiny little place and had a decent meal at a reasonable price considering where we were.

We got a taxi back to the Marais, which was in full swing at midnight.  But we were knackered – we’d done a lot of walking and had absorbed a lot of art.   A brilliant day :).

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2 comments

  1. Grace, I am sitting here in Sydney positively dripping with envy. You manage to squeeze more from a Parisian day than juice from a perfectly ripe lemon on it’s way into a citron presse at the hands of a deft waiter . Keep ’em coming as I feel like I am walking those cobbled streets with you. Best, Michael

    1. It is rather lovely here – it’s been a great holiday so far.
      Just watching France play their opening match vs Japan in the rugby in Montargis (Loire) – the town is absolutely deserted – everyone’s in the bar watching the match. It’s 21 to 25 for the French at 55 minutes and the French can’t believe it – great stuff 🙂

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