|First Croque! Delicieux!|
|Oh yeah, it was COLD!|
We struggled a bit with directions, stumbled upon a cute neighborhood that we should have eaten lunch in, but we continued onwards expecting to find another lunch solution. Then the hail came. We quickly had to find a not overly expensive restaurant with two criteria. Cappuccino and Croque. Success! We had the best Croque Evangelistas ever, filled with veggies, ham and cheese, and complete with a side of nice Australians who wanted to give us 10 metro passes! Score! Solved our metro pass buying dilemma! After lunch, the crazy weather cleared and we made it to the Eiffel Tower successfully. As it started to rain again, we stood in what we thought was the right line that would allow us to climb to the second floor, then get another ticket for the elevator to the top. Weary this was the right information, we did it anyways, and ended up getting to the second floor to find there was no place to purchase a ticket to the top. I thought Tim was gonna kill me! Cause he was doubtful we could get to the top from that line, but then we noticed a cashiere with the window starting to open... they had been on break... success! We admired the view from the top, contemplated getting a tiny glass of champagne, enjoyed our moneys worth of the view, then headed down to see the tower from a different angle, hit the supermarket for some basic provisions, catch the metro back with our free passes (score again!), get cleaned up and then find a place to dine.
|Atop the tower, frozen!|
The neighborhood we ate in was called St. Michel. A cute area of small streets with tons of restaurants, bars and little shops. We picked a place to eat with a complete menu for 15 euro, we had escargot, beouf and a dessert. It was a lovely evening!
Friday we met up with Lindsay Gardel, to hit up the Louvre and the Musee D'Armee. Both of which I was able to get into for free thanks to my Italian Citizenship! Woot! A long museum day, filled with many cool things, the Mona Lisa, cool sculptures, a croque madame for lunch, World War II history, and Napoleans tomb. To top of the day of walking we hit up a boulangerie, and I had my first real french Pain au Chocolat. Tim got a Chiboust. Lindsay got a fruit tart! All delicious, and we got a baguette to take back to the apartment to eat later on. We met up with Lindsay and other Union students on the Prague term abroad for dinner in the same area of St. Michel. The restaurant we picked this time wasn't near as good, but no complaints! After dinner the plan was to meet up with the french students who had studied at Union, so we figured our way on the map, and eventually ended up at their chic apartment, where we laughed, danced, drank wine and enjoyed good company. Luckily Tim and I left just in time to get caught in torrential rain for our half hour walk home! Successful day once again!
Saturday we slept later than usual then headed straight for the Arc de Triomph. We leisurely strolled down the Champs Elysee popping in and out of shops, then the stomachs growled. We headed toward Montmartre, our next stop on the list, hoping to find a reasonably priced lunch place on the way. We luckily ran into Paul, a boulangerie with delicious treats. We each got a cappuccino, a sandwich and a dessert (chocolate cake and raspberry tart to split!) all for 10 euro each. I'd say that's a good deal for Paris! Fuel in our stomachs we set out for Montmatre, to find the Moulin Rouge, and to watch the sunset from Sacre Coeur. For dinner we decided we would just eat desserts because we had yet to have a crepe or a macaroon. We watched the sun set, and watched a crazy soccer player do cool tricks on a lamp post, then we strolled around the small streets above the church, grabbed some vin chaud, continued down the road toward a crepe and a macaroon, and then walked back down the hill to find Soupe a l'oignon and return home for our final night in the heart of Paris. By that point we had done well with our dessert challenge, and we had to prepare for what would be thrown at us the following day.
p.s. did I mention Maria has a hologram Padre Pio/Jesus Christ framed above her bed, and marge simpson slippers? She is literally, great.
Alla prossima ragazzi