My last week in Paris was a little bit scattered and distorted. We came back from Antwerp on a Sunday morning train, leaving behind several people at the hotel who nearly missed the train because they overslept. After getting back to Paris we went to a few designer’s trunk shows and then were free for the evening. Since it was Jane’s birthday we ended up wandering down to the Eiffel Tower and then going over to a cafe a few blocks away where we got chocolate mousse and crepes and talked for hours until we went home.
The next day Jane and I spent all day on a vintage search, starting at the gigantic market that we’d visited the day before. After that we wandered down towards the Seine, stopped at another vintage shop, went onto one of the islands in the middle of the Seine (THERE ARE ISLANDS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SEINE?!) and we got ice cream at an adorable little ice cream parlor, then wandered home.
On Tuesday I woke up very, very sick with a fever and chills, so I spent all day in bed. Boo.
Wednesday Jane and I spent most of the day at the Louvre, hence the pictures. As soon as we got to the Louvre I was shocked by the immense size of it. I knew it was one of the largest art museums in the world, but I never comprehended the sheer size of it. I had never been before, so I immediately wanted to go see the Mona Lisa. As I ran through the halls I was stunned to come across so many works of art that I had studied in art history over the years. There is nothing quite so surreal as seeing famous works of art in person.