There are some pretty quintessential things to do in Paris, and we’re slowly but surely experiencing them. Soufflé? Bam. Eclaire? Yep. Sore feet from walking so much? Check.
The more cultured things we’ve done: watched ballet in a palace more than 300 years old. Walked across the grounds where Napoleon is buried. That was a seriously agro little man. Paced our sore dogs through Musee D’Orsay – the museum that trumps the Loueve in ratings. And we’ve even endeared ourselves to a few Parisians who weren’t trying to sell us anything.
Oh, and we put a lock on the Ponte d’art because ours is a white trash love like that. Some call it vandalism, we call it romantic. We’re classy.
Through it all, We’re doing our best to enjoy the city like locals. Ordering in French when we can, soaking up the centuries of history, and taking advantage of exceptional public transportation.
Tomorrow it’s the Louvre, Notre Dame, the Eiffel Tower or some combo thereof. And more amazing food. Maybe some ibuprofen. My dogs are barkin’.