Okay, so we're actually posting this about ten minutes after the last one, but a new day deserves its own space.
I don't even know where to begin! We started the day by drinking coffee and eating croissants while conversing with our fellow hostel mates from Slovenia (Super cool people by the way). After staring at the shower head long enough to figure out how it worked, we finally cleansed away the past two days' worth of grime and started out so fresh and so clean clean.
Off to the metro...to the Louvre! We got off at les Jardins de Tuileries where we saw everything from "scary" statues, beautiful fountains and people straight up making out in the park. It's Paris...love is in the air here!
After I finally got a new pair of sunglasses (mine broke on the plane) we toured le musee for a grand total of 9 euros. Saw statues. Saw la Jaconde. Saw lots of paint. Lots of people. We even saw Jesus. About a thousand of him.
Did we mention that its big? Sorry, I don't mean big. I mean FRICKING HUGE!!!!! (Almost as big as Will's house....) We saw about 1/16th of it and it took us nearly 5 hours.
So after that, we walked around the park, exhausted again, until we found a couple of leany chairs to sit on. Yep, we slept on those too (Quickly becoming a common theme). When we came to, we needed to find food and walk along the river Seine. Just so happened that on the way, we paid a visit to Notre Dame (which I just found out meant "Our Lady"...whatever) and got a couple neat-o pictures (which will be up soon, I swear). Then we found a sweet cafe and had onion soup (automatically French due to our location :) ) and cafe au lait (which Will totally thought was "Ole"...idiot) . Oh and there were some cool rollerbladers doing fancy skating.
So after our rejuvination, we headed toward le jardin de Louxembourg, but there were no lights, and we didn't feel like getting raped tonight... so we came back to the hostel and had some Guinesses. Good night.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
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