|Woke up at 4. Bakery down the street doesn't open until 7:30.|
The bakery finally opened and....
|Worth the wait.|
|So much happier.|
We hopped on the Metro then transferred to the train toward Versailles. Which was a little more complicated than it sounded and included me trying to beg a couple Euros off Parisian commuters who then clutched their purses tightly and walked more quickly toward the turnstiles. Thanks for that, you go on ahead and enjoy the rest of the tourist dollars we poured into your city.
We finally got on the train though.
|Nikki: "You don't look very happy to be on the train, Kayla."|
|Me: "Better?" Nikki: "........"|
After a short train ride, during which we listened, and gave money to, to an itinerant accordionist (that dude knows how to pick a captive audience and get money out of them) we arrived at the Versailles station.
The town of Versailles was absolutely darling.
Worth a visit even if you don't do the palace.
But you really should do the palace. Because, sweet mercy.
I wish pictures could do justice to the scale. The palace is massive. And shiny!
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We took abooout a million pictures at Versailles. I'll spare you the full battery, but here's a sampling-
|Me and Louis. We're tight.|
|Just us and a million of our closest tourist friends.|
|I tried really hard to find the fireplace from Doctor Who but...no luck. Close enough, right?|
After touring the palace we headed out to the gardens. However, due to some confusion on our part, we skipped the gardens entirely and took the train down to the park (we kicked ourselves a bit over this. We really wanted to ride bikes around the gardens!).
At this point we were just happy to sit down though.
|Drive by gardens pic|
|Can't remember what this was called. I think it's Marie Antoinette's quarters?|
|Sheep! So wonderfully pastoral.|
I picked up a couple little wooden toys for my boys. Nikki got a scarf and we both got a skirt. AND we got the best crepes we had during our whole trip. We were quite happy with our street market experience.
Train back to Paris. We hopped out and BAM. Eiffel Tower!
Here's a very short video of the scenery-
We took a little walk down by the river. You know. The Seine.
|We had to touch it.|
|I was torn between the knowledge that it's super nasty and it's THE SEINE. I dipped a finger in.|
We walked over to the Musee D'Orsay. Sadly, we didn't realize that it closes at 5 (PARIS. WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO US.) and we didn't have very long. We bee-lined for the impressionists where, when confronted with a Degas ballerina piece, I cried.
|I made a friend.|
We actually went back and forth through the impressionist hall a few times due to some confusion about where we were supposed to exit. We saw Whistler's Mother. More Monet. Manet. Renoir. Degas. It felt like...church. Reverence in the face of something much bigger than I am. Probably my biggest regret of the trip is that we didn't have more time at the Musee D'Orsay.
We decided the Tuileries and Angelina's would be next so we crossed one of the lock bridges. Turns out there are a few.
Lovers put a lock on the bridge with their names on it then throw the key into the Seine. It's all very romantic except for the part where there are so many locks that the city of Paris periodically just cuts them all off so people can start over. Also, can you imagine the pile of keys at the bottom of the Seine?
We gave our feet a quick rest in the Tuileries garden. It was quite lovely.
The day had been slowly warming but it abruptly turned cold again. Perfect time to hit up Angelina's for some of their fabled chocolat chaud.
It was so yummy! Crazy rich though. We did not each need our own cup. One or two for the three of us would have sufficed!
Right around the corner from Angelina's is Jean Paul Hevin, which was recommended by David Lebovitz. So, of course, we got some chocolate.
I picked up a bunch of chocolate here to squeeze into my bag home to share with friends who helped watch my boys while we were gone. I also got some caramels, which were super good.
And a few more random pictures taken at some point on Saturday-
|Paris is just so PRETTY.|
We had hamburgers for dinner. I KNOW. Americans go to Paris and eat American food? But it was close to our hotel, not a million dollars, and open. You'd be surprised at how difficult it was to find those three things combined.
In a full restaurant we were some of the very few people eating. And we didn't use our forks and knives to eat our burgers and fries, so we may as well have tattooed AMERICAN on our foreheads and hid under our table with shame.
It was a really good burger though. And I will never eat my fries with a fork and knife. It just looks silly.
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