We decided that our last full day in Paris would be devoted to two big landmarks and one museum, then back to the flat to pack for a morning train to London. First thing on the list was the Eiffel Tower.
While I’m sure it was light compared to the summer months, there was a bit of a wait in line to get tickets to ride to the top. There was security checks at two points. Do not bring any pocket knives you may have bought the day before. My friend will vouch for this.
What is there to say about the tower other than the views are impressive and the structure is beautiful? Maybe the views are beautiful and the structure is impressive?
After finishing at the tower, we decided to move on to the Arc de Triomphe. This was the rare landmark that look much bigger once you are in its presence.
While not nearly has high as the Eiffel Tower, it seems to have better views from the top. Mainly because you can see the Eiffel Tower.
The Arc de Triomphe is also home to the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier from WWI.
After we finished touring the Arc, we grabbed a quick bite to eat and then stopped at a café in order to celebrate Beaujolais Nouveau Day. The third Thursday every November is the first day that that year’s Beaujolais Nouveau can be sold. We downed a bottle at a café along a busy Paris street.
Once we were done at the café, we went to the last stop of the day, the Museé d’Orsay. But while en route to the museum we passed a boulangerie and were lured inside by the items they displayed in their window. Once inside, I jumped at the chance to buy my very first authentic French baguette and carried it with me to the museum. One of my travel companions named it Philippe.
At the museum we had to pass through metal detectors and have our bags scanned, and I was certain they would never allow my baguette inside, but since it didn’t set off the metal detector I was good. It is not everyday that you see a guy walking around Van Goghs with a baguette under his arm, but I only got a few looks from the other patrons so maybe it is not as uncommon as it felt at the time. I don’t have a bucket list, but if I ever decide to make one, I’m going to add “Stand in front of a Van Gogh painting in Paris with a loaf of bread under my arm” as the first item and go ahead and check it off.
We caught the Metro back to the flat to pack for the train to London in the morning and to feast upon Philippe. He was delicious and everything I have heard a real baguette should be. He will be missed.
*See Mr. Sparkle episode of The Simpsons to get this.