The day's not even over
Jun. 3rd, 2008 12:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeIt is unseasonably chilly. I haven't checked the weather reports, but it feels as though it's around 14 degrees celsius. *checks* Yep. Today's high was fifteen, low is around twelve. I have been getting weird looks all day from French people wearing coats, since I was wandering around in a t-shirt. Heh. Sissies. ;)
My plans went awry almost immediately this morning, as the Louvre is closed on Tuesdays. Who knew? At least I checked the hours before I went. My mother expressed an interest in coming with me, but she moves at the pace of a crippled snail, and by 9:30 wasn't even remotely ready. So I went to the Musée d'Orsay instead of the Louvre, and spent a dizzying three hours rediscovering my old friends the Impressionists. I saw an exhibit on a painter with whom I wasn't all that familiar: Lovis Corinth. He's somewhere between Impressionism and Expressionism, and his work was fascinating. Doubtless I shall expound on this at length when I get home and don't have to contend with the eeny-weeny keyboard of doom.
I came back to the apartment to see if my parents wanted to join me for lunch. My father had gone, but my mother was still home, and *still* not ready, fussing with trying to connect her computer. I confess I lost patience with her, but she insisted that we wait for my father, who was due back soonish. When he did get back, I was about ready to strangle my mother, but found the inner strength not to do so. I left them almost immediately, since I wanted to take a quick walking tour in the 14eme, with a French Revolution theme. It was pretty basic stuff, more like French Revolution 101, but the tour guide, Iris, was charming and pretty (I couldn't help but think that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bodhifox would like her: she seemed like the kind of girl he likes to feature in his icons) and sprinkled her speech with amusing anecdotes, and only mixed up her dates a couple of times. Even those mix-ups were slips of the tongue rather than lack of knowledge about her subject.
The tour finished up in front of Notre Dame Cathedral, which I took the opportunity to visit. I had to cut my visit short due to an overabundance of humanity, but I shall try again later. I walked home, and am now resting my feet, which are quite sore.
All in all a very good day. We're going to have dinner in about an hour, and then I shall spend the rest of the evening quietly with a book.
Tomorrow there shall be new adventures.
My plans went awry almost immediately this morning, as the Louvre is closed on Tuesdays. Who knew? At least I checked the hours before I went. My mother expressed an interest in coming with me, but she moves at the pace of a crippled snail, and by 9:30 wasn't even remotely ready. So I went to the Musée d'Orsay instead of the Louvre, and spent a dizzying three hours rediscovering my old friends the Impressionists. I saw an exhibit on a painter with whom I wasn't all that familiar: Lovis Corinth. He's somewhere between Impressionism and Expressionism, and his work was fascinating. Doubtless I shall expound on this at length when I get home and don't have to contend with the eeny-weeny keyboard of doom.
I came back to the apartment to see if my parents wanted to join me for lunch. My father had gone, but my mother was still home, and *still* not ready, fussing with trying to connect her computer. I confess I lost patience with her, but she insisted that we wait for my father, who was due back soonish. When he did get back, I was about ready to strangle my mother, but found the inner strength not to do so. I left them almost immediately, since I wanted to take a quick walking tour in the 14eme, with a French Revolution theme. It was pretty basic stuff, more like French Revolution 101, but the tour guide, Iris, was charming and pretty (I couldn't help but think that
bodhifox would like her: she seemed like the kind of girl he likes to feature in his icons) and sprinkled her speech with amusing anecdotes, and only mixed up her dates a couple of times. Even those mix-ups were slips of the tongue rather than lack of knowledge about her subject.The tour finished up in front of Notre Dame Cathedral, which I took the opportunity to visit. I had to cut my visit short due to an overabundance of humanity, but I shall try again later. I walked home, and am now resting my feet, which are quite sore.
All in all a very good day. We're going to have dinner in about an hour, and then I shall spend the rest of the evening quietly with a book.
Tomorrow there shall be new adventures.
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Date: 2008-06-04 07:37 am (UTC)The apartment my parents are renting is 70 Euros a day, plus utilities, which my father says brings it to about 100 Euros per day. Split several ways (if people don't mind being on top of each other), it's actually pretty reasonable. Compared, say, with a hotel room in a two-star hotel (bleah) which would cost closer to 150 Euros.
This particular place is *right* in the heart of everything. A fifteen-minute walk from Notre-Dame, literally across the street from the Louvre, one block away from the Musée d'Orsay... yeah. Totally worth living in a postage stamp for a couple of weeks. :)