Really, our second full day in Paris, and my French is starting to come back to me. Mind you, I have not really spoken French in, gosh, 4 years or so. It’s nice to be able to understand things, or at least be able to read and translate to George, who is so adorably clueless about the language. We decided to do all the truly touristy things and get them out of the way. We started our day at the Notre Dame cathedral, which has gone a complete transformation since I went last. Huge line of people, ropes designated where to go, souvenir coin machines and a souvenir shop.
There were a ton of people inside, but we managed to get by and see the spectacular cathedral in all of its glory. Next, we walked to the Champs-Élysées, which I grossly underestimated how far it actually was. We made it to the top of the street, where we looked at the Arc de Triomphe and the Unknown Soldier memorial flame, but we did not climb to the top. We were waiting.
On our final walk (it is cheaper to walk, my motto is that G-d gave me two healthy legs and I’m going to use them…I don’t think George shares the same view), we went to the famous Eiffel Tower. It is really an engineering feat. After capturing it from many views, we walked up to the base…where there was a line from one side to the other. Just to take the elevator to the top. Seeing as we had just walked our daily allotted amount, there was no way we were climbing. So we sat in the park, ate some ice cream, watched some kids make out, and watched some Americans take 45 jumping and “twerking” shots. After all that exploration, we decided that the metro was in order and made our way back to the hostel. I was making bolognese that night, and George could not wait.
We spent the night drinking a big bottle of red, hanging out with our roommate and chilling in the common room. We did have to wake up early for our big trek to Versailles.