Sunday afternoon after catching all the biking hooplah, it was time to head back to the center of the city to see whats going on. I will tell you whats going on - hundreds and hundreds of people chilling! If there is a monument, I guarantee you that at least one person is sitting in the shade of the statue passed out, smoking, or reading. It is like this everywhere...no one seems to be on cell phones or stressing about anything, just making out and reading. Ah the life of the French.
I know I am technically supposed to be going to the Louvre, but I am really not interested in the art there as much as other places, so guess what? I'm not going, haha. Instead I decided to go to the Musee d'Orsay, home to the Rodin scuptures and a lot of the impressionists' art. This museum is really cool because it is in the old train station and is one giant room, partitioned off for the individual exhibits. My favorites here were more Monet, Degas, Cezanne, Renior, Gaugin...the list goes on and on.
After reaching my cultural high for the day I decided to join the masses and just chill. I read a book for awhile in the Jardin des Tuleries and strolled around to people watch. I couldn't completely neglet the glass pyramid so I went to the Louvre to take some pictures and wash my feet in the fountain like all the other hot tourists.
It seems I get the Sunday Blues in Paris as well. If you are lucky enough to not be familiar with the Sunday Blues, its the feeling that lurks up around 5pm on a sunday that wraps around you reminding you that the next morning you must get up early and get back to the grind. UGH. Not ready to go back to the hotel I keep strolling around the Palias Royal and stumble upon an orchastra playing in the square. That's what I love so much about Paris - there are always amazing and unusual things right around the corner, but if you blink or go get a drink and come back, they are totally gone and it's like it never even happened. These people know how to stop and smell the fleurs alright.
I sat on the side of a fountain and listened to the music and was really just soaking it all in...after a while I stood to walk back to the metro and apparantly I walked over top of a street fan or something. All of a sudden i was being strangled by my own cotton dress up around my ears. I was paralyzed! Once I could get it down in the back, it would pop back up in the front. Needless to say, if you were in Paris on Sunday, you probably saw my red underwear and children laughing. Good thing my booty is toned from all this walking. I ran for the metro and couldn't bring myself to look back. Time to call it a day for sure.
(Here's a picture of the scene of the crime, clearly taken before said incident)
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