Day Eight in Paris..
Day Eight in Paris.
It's actually hilarious that I'm still attempting to finish this when I sort of can't remember what happened.
I find the above photo to be misleading, because it makes it seem like Paris is all pretty gardens when it's really only about 30 per cent pretty gardens.
Instead everything is paved and in a heat wave people faint and pigeons sit in the fountains.
Jerry and I had planned to visit The Lourve on Day Eight, but we didn't really plan this trip at all and therefore didn't do any prior research and therefore didn't realise that The Lourve doesn't open on a Monday. Instead we carried all our crap to Montmarte to see the Sacré-Cœur Basilic.
After this photo, a strange Nigerian-looking guy (hi, this is me stereotyping and probably being racist right now) took my hand and started making a crap bracelet out of string. Then he told me to give him 20 Euros for it, in which I scoffed and gave him 1 Euro. It was a pretty cool bracelet though, but only because hobo bracelets are apparently fashionable right now. On the down side, the bracelet ended up breaking a month later. Apparently this bracelet-making scam has happened to all my friends who have been to Paris. THANKS GUYS SO MUCH FOR WARNING ME BEFOREHAND, GREAT FRIENDS YOU ALL ARE.
I don't have any photos of the church itself, because while I don't believe in religion, I'm not going to be an asshole and take photos while people are trying to pray. Apparently Americans (hi, stereotyping and being racist again) don't understand this concept of respect.
I do, however have awesome photos of gargoyles!
It amazes me that this is an actual suburb and people live within walking distance of the church. It's all quite romantic.
Jerry and I also went to the Musee d'Orsay, which is an art gallery full of impressionist pieces. I still get shivers when I think about all the amazing artwork in there. There's lot of famous fruit paintings by Cezanne, portraits by Renoir and Van Goghs. Oh God, the Van Gogh art. They have this portrait, which I hogged for a good 10 minutes by shoving myself up to the front and bending over the barrier so my face was 10 centimetres away from the painting. I SAW INDIVIDUAL BRUSH STROKES. It was so, so amazing.
Since no other activity could beat seeing a Van Gogh portrait (and the museum was closing), we called it a day and boarded the Hogwarts Express back to London.
But not before spending the rest of our Euros on McDonalds macarons. And flirting with the cute guy that served us. He totally winked at me.
It's actually hilarious that I'm still attempting to finish this when I sort of can't remember what happened.
I find the above photo to be misleading, because it makes it seem like Paris is all pretty gardens when it's really only about 30 per cent pretty gardens.
Instead everything is paved and in a heat wave people faint and pigeons sit in the fountains.
Jerry and I had planned to visit The Lourve on Day Eight, but we didn't really plan this trip at all and therefore didn't do any prior research and therefore didn't realise that The Lourve doesn't open on a Monday. Instead we carried all our crap to Montmarte to see the Sacré-Cœur Basilic.
After this photo, a strange Nigerian-looking guy (hi, this is me stereotyping and probably being racist right now) took my hand and started making a crap bracelet out of string. Then he told me to give him 20 Euros for it, in which I scoffed and gave him 1 Euro. It was a pretty cool bracelet though, but only because hobo bracelets are apparently fashionable right now. On the down side, the bracelet ended up breaking a month later. Apparently this bracelet-making scam has happened to all my friends who have been to Paris. THANKS GUYS SO MUCH FOR WARNING ME BEFOREHAND, GREAT FRIENDS YOU ALL ARE.
I don't have any photos of the church itself, because while I don't believe in religion, I'm not going to be an asshole and take photos while people are trying to pray. Apparently Americans (hi, stereotyping and being racist again) don't understand this concept of respect.
I do, however have awesome photos of gargoyles!
It amazes me that this is an actual suburb and people live within walking distance of the church. It's all quite romantic.
Jerry and I also went to the Musee d'Orsay, which is an art gallery full of impressionist pieces. I still get shivers when I think about all the amazing artwork in there. There's lot of famous fruit paintings by Cezanne, portraits by Renoir and Van Goghs. Oh God, the Van Gogh art. They have this portrait, which I hogged for a good 10 minutes by shoving myself up to the front and bending over the barrier so my face was 10 centimetres away from the painting. I SAW INDIVIDUAL BRUSH STROKES. It was so, so amazing.
Since no other activity could beat seeing a Van Gogh portrait (and the museum was closing), we called it a day and boarded the Hogwarts Express back to London.
But not before spending the rest of our Euros on McDonalds macarons. And flirting with the cute guy that served us. He totally winked at me.