A rather perfect day

Paris and I did not get along well on first acquaintances. And then this meeting we had a supremely awesome day which involved a mad rush to visit as many museums as possible on the museum pass, steak frittes, a bottle of wine, a delightful waitress, the Arc de Triumphe at night and clothes shopping at midnight. Such was the greatness of steak and fries and wine and dessert that I actually enjoyed clothes shopping. We were the last customers served and were escorted from the building by security guards. Metro back to our accommodation, jazz music wafting through Montmarte.
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Allowing fish stocks to replenish

One of the highlights of our trip to Paris was sneaking into the Louvre on our expired Museum Pass and picknicking on the steps of one of the galleries. We carefully ate our baguettes and smelly cheese over the free museum guides before being scolded and moved on by the security guard. Not a single crumb was spilt and no artwork was harmed. Because really, the people who can’t afford the seven euros in the museum caf├ęs for an espresso coffee and three half mouthfuls of cake don’t deserve low blood sugar.
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Next time maybe we should try for the fastest time through the Louvre.
Bande a parte vs the Dreamers
We stayed until closing time, greedily eyeing every painting and statue we could as the staff gently corralled the lingerers towards the exits. Magic.
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Paris Blues

Sacre Couer - home to a fine view of Paris, stoned scammers, used condoms and the smell of piss. Also an Amelie location.


Mmm, seven euro creme brulee at the Museu d'Orsay


Rubbe duckie, you're the one...


Like shootong fish in a barrel.

Chasing Pyramids

In the mornings, while Matt does his writing, I stalk through the streets and museums of New York. If this was France and the Metropolitan Museum of Art was the Louvre, I would have sighted a pyramid before the week was out. Alas, this is New York and the Metropolitan Museum of Art is just the Met and I have had to make do with the contents of pyramids.

I’ve had to make do with 90,000 year old stone tools, evidence of the beginnings of metalwork and ivory knife handles that, if you look at up close, you can see the ferocious expressions of carved lions. Middle Kingdom wooden models of boats, breweries, bakeries and butchers. Granite statues of Sekhmet, Thoth, Horemheb and the ‘hoteps. Sure, the Met has grave goods, a tomb and a temple. But the pottery? Not even remotely pyramid shaped.

I shall take comfort in that if were I in France, knowing the exact location of a pyramid, I would not have the thrill of the chase, the hunt. Also, I think the Louvre pyramid might be too slippery to climb.