Paris!

             This is our 3^rd and final full day in Paris, tomorrow morning we’ll get back on the train to Chartres where we’ll pick up our car. I would love to stay here another couple weeks but it’s just not meant to be, this just means that I’ll have to come back.

The Giant outdoor Screen!

              Wednesday (aka yesterday) we once again boarded the metro and zoomed through the underground to the Jewish Quarter keeping an eye out for quick-fingered pickpockets (its kind of like a “where’s Waldo” on the subway). We walked through to the bank of the Seine where in front of the Hotel de Ville, they had set up a giant screen where you could watch the French Open! Behind the screen hundreds of chairs where set up for spectators and every single one was filled. We watched the end of the Women’s semi’s before my dad dragged us off to the next museum. We walked through the Latin Quarter this time and stopped in a little side street where a man sold home made crêpes out of his window. Then moving on with our snack past the ancient roman bathhouse and around to the museum. The museum unfortunately looked like one of those dark damp places that you go inside and then hours later reemerge covered in dust, brain wiped out and all without having learned a thing. So my mom and I left my dad at the museum and walked back to the Hotel de Ville to watch some more tennis. Later on my dad did admitted (although grudgingly) that it was not the best museum he had been to and that perhaps I was right for once! Once again the matches were great, Nedal whooped Almagro and surprisingly Murray lost to Ferrer.       

The view from our apartment

            Today it was pouring all morning so we decided to stay in and try and get some work done, which we did accomplish to a certain extent! I put up a blog post, did some writing in my journal and made some serious progress in a book about WWII and before I knew it, the rain had stopped. Our last museum on the list was the Clooney, which we had heard, contained some mighty fine tapestries and although this was true it was sorely lacking in everything else. So we walked along the river past the many colored barges rising up and down on the swells and to the Eiffel tower. It was afternoon by now and would have been a beautiful time to survey Paris from atop but we passed the temptation by helped by the sight of long lines of people still winding there way around the base to get up to the top. So we continued through the Champ De Mars and into the Louvre, unable to actually go inside the museum because of a lack of time and since we had spent four days in it on our past visit, we contented ourselves with a wander under the glass pyramid and a piece of pizza from a nearby take away.

Dad making some dinner

            We walked up into the twilight and the famous Tuileries gardens; it was a magical time to be there. The numerous fountains and ponds twinkling in the golden glow of the setting sun. Groups of people gathered and sat around them chatting away about whatever came to mind. The many hedges and trees rustling in the late afternoon breeze and the sun turning everything a warm golden brown like caramel. At the end sat the Obelisk and further on past that, the Champs-Elysees with the triumphal arch rising above the traffic-clogged street.      
Sorry about all the spelling and grammatical error’s in my last post, usually before I upload it I have one of my parents go over it with me and check for errors, but I forgot to last time. I hopefully this version is error free!