Wanderlust

So today I really wanted to do a lot of stuff.

Okay, so I lied. I slept in really late, and then sat in my hotel room until almost 2 in the afternoon. I had planned on sleeping well during the day so that I could stay up late and see the city in lights. I was too lazy to stay out that late as well, so… yeah. But basically, I just wanted to wander about town for a bit. I  spent time in the Latin Quarter and walked through the Jardin Tuilleries and the Place de la Concorde. I took some pictures, but this post will also serve as a slight photo-dump of some of the other pictures I’ve not yet showed you.

Like the Arc de Triomphe. Just an afterthought.

 I started off the day by finding the narrowest street in Paris, called the Rue du Chat-qui-Pêche. It’s narrow. Moving on.

I probably should walk down the street sideways.

 I wandered some more and found a cool church called St. Germain l’Axerrois. It’s kind of unusual. In that it’s very asymmetrical. But it was nice. As you can probably tell, I really didn’t do anything that got me too excited today.

Looks like someone forgot to build a bell tower...

 Across the street from the church was the backside of the Louvre, and there were about a hundred identical red Toyotas parked in lines.

What's the point? I don't know.

 I continued on to walk through the Jardin, which wasn’t quite as beautiful as I expected it to be. I suppose Versaille’s gardens will make a better showing.

First time this trip the panoramic really came in handy.

 I went to the Place de Concorde and sat there for a while. A funny old half-drunk Frenchman approached me as I was sitting there and started complaining about the lack of sitting space at the square (I was sitting on a 4 ½ foot wall, there were no benches around).  I didn’t really understand him at first, but between his broken English and my broken French, we made a 10 minute conversation out of it. He seemed pretty excited that I could understand his English, and he complimented my French, so it was all in all good.

They stole an obelisk from Luxor. Seriously.

 I walked back through the Jardins and back to the Ile de la Cité, then finally went home to my hotel room, skipping the night-time viewing of the Eiffel Tower once and for all. It’ll just have to wait for the next time I’m in Paris. Next time I talk to you will probably be from Pau. See you then!