I know it’s been a little while, but I wanted to finish my Paris trip recaps.

Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6:1 and Day 6:2 if you’ve missed the previous posts. 

I was sad for our last day in Paris.  We decided to do a few different things but not pack the day too full so we’d have time to relax at the end of the day. We decided to go to the Musee Jacquemart-Andre based on a friend’s recommendation and then to do the guidebook’s Montmartre Walking Tour which included the Sacre Coeur Basilica AND the Museum of Erotic Art (We thought it would be a nice contrast.)

First we had to make a few stops, including at the Pharmacie because I had a slight cold and needed some medicine.  I did online research about how to tell the pharmacist I had a cold, but luckily she spoke English.  (In France, you don’t just buy the medicine, they ask about your symptoms and your allergies and give you what you need.)

The day was going to have a variety of metro rides and connections.  I had written all the directions out on a paper, and we were “prepared” for a bit of trouble navigating the streets, as I’d been having trouble all week.

This museum is a private house that belonged to a couple who were avid art collectors in the late 1800’s and early 1900’s. At times their yearly budget for art exceeded that of the Louvre!  The phrase “theirs was a marriage of reason” was used at one point.  What do you think that means?

We used the audio tour as recommended and it was very interesting.  No photography was allowed inside the house, but it was an amazing mansion with great art, and possibly our favorite museum.  It isn’t covered by the museum pass, which was fine because ours had run out.

After the tour we took the metro up north of the city to Montmartre.  Well, to the north part of the city that is.  We had our first metro problem—we ran to catch the train and after we just barely made it on we realized we were on the wrong train.  No big deal though, we just got off a little later and transferred to another one.  (Generally I found the metro system amazingly eager to navigate.  Europe.  Rocks.)

The Basilica is on top of one of Paris’s only hills (which really makes me want to run the Paris Marathon—imagine how flat it must be in comparison—who wants to sponsor me for this?) and so was naturally quite crowded.  It’s in a slightly more seedy area of town than we had experienced so far on our trip, but it wasn’t bad, and it was jam packed with tourists.  (Weird combo:  seedy yet really touristy—it’s like the Myrtle Beach of Paris?)

You can climb up a ton of stairs or take the funicular up.  I was sick and was pretty tired and out of breath so I insisted on the funicular—you know ordinarily I’d have been running up and down the stairs.  The funicular cost a metro ticket but I felt was worth it under the circumstances.

I think Chris was tired of having his picture taken.

Anyway, after we rode up the hill we were starving and needed to seek out lunch.

Quite the view!

I’m a little annoyed that THIS was the only picture of me in view of this view.  I guess Chris was tired of taking pictures of me by this point too…or simply tired of me?  😉

We found a little cute Italian place nearby.  We were a bit apprehensive, but it ended up being GREAT.

Delicious meat and cheese plate, delicious pizza.  We never got used to how much delicious cheese you get on a cheese plate in France! And for less than cheese plates in the US.

Then it was back to sightseeing.

There was a violin player outside the Basilica.  He was a gypsy fiddler and sounded pretty decent.

Quite the view of Paris!

We ran into a couple of friends of ours outside the Basilica after we toured it.  Paris is, seemingly, as small of a world as St Louis is!

After chatting a bit we continued on the Montmartre Walk.  Now.  I don’t know if it was the fact that I was sick or what, but I couldn’t follow the directions and kept getting lost.  Finally we gave up and missed several steps and then caught back up, but basically, I have no idea what happened…I’m guessing because, in addition to the regular challenge of Paris streets, we had to contend with steep hills?

My purple pants.  Chris was being silly and trying to take pictures of my butt, I think 😉

Cool Paris street view…

We loved the rounded buildings.

We managed to get back on track with the tour in order to see Van Gogh’s old house.

And we saw the Moulin Rouge.  Lots of tourists there—this is basically the red light district.  And by basically I mean, this is the red light district of Paris.

We decided to go to the Museum of Erotic Art to end our tour.  I won’t share my pictures from there, but it was a very interesting (not family friendly!) place.  Oh, and I slipped down the marble steps—my feet flew out from under me and I landed on the ground about 4 to 6 steps down.  Chris was concerned but he said it was actually quite funny, because I just sighed and said “REALLY?”  I remember the pain but mainly I remember being annoyed that instead of slipping I had actually really fallen and made a fool of myself…at the “porn museum” (take that, search engines) no less.  Hence, my “really?”  I was in shock.  Luckily I wasn’t seriously injured—I had been holding on to the railing so I didn’t lose control too much.  It was more my pride that was injured, and my hand got a little bruised and my legs and butt were sore the next day.

Anyway, after that I was ready to get out of there (luckily we were basically done) and get back to a nicer part of town.  We hopped back on the metro and headed to our neck of the woods for our last evening.

We had a few happy hour drinks before deciding on dinner.  We ended up at a restaurant on the Place du Marche Ste. Catherine called “La Marche.”

We liked the menus.  We ordered a bottle of red wine and tried to decipher the prix fixe menu.

It was not easy to do, and in fact, I ordered parts of my meal not sure at all what I was going to get.  I was feeling adventurous though, and I’m really not a picky eater, so it worked out.

Our meal was okay.  I guess we should have gone to a more expensive place (I didn’t think every night needed to be a $$$ meal but I think Chris thought I was being cheap on occasion!) but it was decent, and the wine (as always) was nice, and the ambience was really pleasant.  I thought it was a wonderful evening and a great ending to our week.

Night from our apartment window.

I’ll do one more wrap up/travel post 🙂  in case you wanted more!  If you have any Paris related questions, please ask!

We all like cake.  But really.  Here you’ll see part two of my Versailles post (here’s part one if you missed it), in which we visit the Petit Trianon, Marie Antoinette’s home and the fake peasant hamlet she had built, the main Chateau, and then we did more stuff too.  No wonder I’m still exhausted.

The guidebook gave us a nice walking tour of the Petit Trianon and Marie Antoinette’s Hamlet. (We had already followed the tour for the Gardens and the Grand Trianon, so we were just continuing along.  We saw various buildings—not all are pictured.

The Belvedere, Rock, and Grotto.  We were following the directions, and said to ourselves, hey, what’s a grotto.  The answer is it seems to be a cave, because that’s what we found ourselves in.  You can all see the Belvedere “palace” which is really just a glorified gazebo, I think.

It would be a cool place to play a gig, or have a wedding though.

Ok.  Here’s my favorite part of Versailles, and frankly, in my opinion, the most ridiculous.

From the guidebook:

“Marie-Antoinette longed for the simple life of a peasant—not the hard labor of real peasants, who sweated and starved around her–but the fairytale world of simple country pleasures.  She built this complex of 12 thatched-roof buildings fronting a lake as her own private “Normand” village.

“The main building is the Queen’s House—actually two buildings connected by a wooden skywalk. It’s the only one without a thatched roof.  like any typical peasant farmhouse, it had a billiard room, library, elegant dining hall, and two living rooms.

(I imagine you picked up on the sarcasm?)

“This was an actual working farm with a dairy, a water mill, a pigeon coop, and domestic animals.  Nearby are the farm and menagerie, where her servants kept cows, goats, chickens, and ducks.  The harvest was served at Marie-Antoinette’s table.  Marie-Antoinette didn’t do much work herself, but the “supervised” dressed in a plain, white muslin dress and a straw hat.  Though the royal family is long gone, kid-pleasing animals still inhabit the farm, and fat fish swim languid circles in the pond.”

To me, THIS is what really explains the difference between the royalty and the regular people, and the sort of just craziness that makes you want to revolt.  Palace, well, sure, everybody needs a fancy palace.  FAKE PEASANT VILLAGE JUST FOR THE HECK OF IT??  That’s the true waste of money.  Though, it’s actually a pretty cool place.

 

After the Hamlet, we went to visit the Petit Trianon, a smaller palace than the Grand Trianon, primarily used for “storing” Louis XV’s mistresses.  Finally it was time to trek back to the Chateau.  We decided to shell out for the “Petit Train” rather than walk another 30 to 40 minutes.

You can see Chris was thrilled.  The “best” part of the tram was that they played Classical Music from the time, loudly.  For instance, music that faintly like bad Rameau (implying that there is good Rameau) with lots of recorders.

Finally we made it back to the palace.  We had a little trouble getting into the Chateau because the guard insisted we had either a) already visited the Chateau because “she initialed our museum passes” or b) we had obviously been given our passes by someone who already visited.  I was about ready to lose it, but we finally convinced her that neither of those were true.  What’s really weird is that I can’t find anything to say that even if we HAD visited already that day, that we couldn’t visit again on our pass, so I’m going with: the woman was an idiot.

The Chateau wasn’t as crowded as I thought it might be, but it was still annoyingly crowded.  You all know how I hate crowds though—I love my off-schedule in life and am used to grocery shopping when no one else is, for instance.

The fireplaces were pretty big.

You can see the walls and ceilings are pretty decorated.

Where the King slept.  Not too shabby, really.  My bed is practically that fancy, but not as much gold.

I believe this was the queen’s bedroom.

Anyway, we greatly enjoyed the tour and generally our visit to Versailles.

We wanted a drink and a snack then, so we stopped at a little place that served crepes and gelato.

Then it was time to catch the train back to Paris!

The train station.

We decided to take the train to the Eiffel Tower, wander around that area again, and eat dinner nearby.

The sky was gorgeous so we tried to get some pictures with the Tower, to varying degrees of effectiveness.

Some guy saw us and asked us to take a picture of him with the tower, so we had him return the favor.

The ground was a little damp so we just walked around enjoying the view and the weather, trying to work up an appetite.  We decided to visit a guidebook-recommended restaurant for dinner called Le P’Tit Troquet.  We got there at 6:30 pm (American dinner time, ha!) and the restaurant was totally empty.  The hostess said we could eat there if we were done by 8 pm because the table was booked then.  We knew it would be no problem as we were already exhausted so we wouldn’t want to loiter.

My camera battery died after that—unfortunately it went from indicating practically full to completely empty in a 20 minute period of time.  I wasn’t able to get a picture of our meal, but I had the Escargot special (on the above board as a special) and Confit de Canard.  The restaurant had three courses for one price, so I had that and then cheese, and Chris had an entree, plat, and a sweet dessert (aka not cheese) so we split a little bit.  I found I really enjoyed cheese for dessert.  Chris didn’t as much.  Naturally we also split a bottle of wine.

The weird thing was: right after we got there, another couple came in, same thing, done by 8 pm.  No problem.  The restaurant was really quiet so we were talking quietly, and we realized after awhile, the other couple wasn’t talking AT ALL.  It was super weird and awkward.  Chris thought it seemed like the guy was just really uncomfortable being out at a “fancy french restaurant”.

After dinner, we headed “home” to relax and plan out our last day in Paris.  I was already feeling nostalgic!

Have you read all my Paris recaps so far? Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, and Day 5.