The Sisters in Paris

A Few Hiccups (Tuesday)

We are sisters. We love each other. We would jump in front of a train or into the mouth of an angry tiger for each other. But we are sisters. Sometimes.... Tuesday was one of those times. Many of our conversations went something like this: "How much further is it?" "Are you sure you know where you're going?" "Don't you trust me?" "I have to eat!" "Not here!" "Fine, we'll stop right here!" All with a less than loving tone. 

That morning we decided to go in a different direction (north) for our breakfast. We wandered, and zigzagged (and actually ran from one side of the street to another looking in shop windows.) Many of the restaurants we passed weren't serving breakfast (or we didn't ask the right question).

 

Finally we found a restaurant that served breakfast. 

Unfortunately, we must have come to the restaurant on the waitress' bad day. It wasn't the greatest meal any of us have had. 

After breakfast, we made our slow, meandering way back towards the river. We wanted to book a river boat cruise. 

A lamp I want. If I was a millionaire.

Believe it or not, this shop sells lipstick. 

One of the beautiful shopping 'galleries' you find throughout Paris.

Posing at the Louvre.

We bought tickets for a boat cruise, made our way to the boarding point, and discovered that one of their boats was out of service, so they were running at a different schedule. 

So we decided to save the boat cruise for another day. We were near Sainte Chapelle, a gothic wonderland of stained glass, so we walked over there. The line was too long, so we made ANOTHER decision, and decided to slowly make our way to the Rodin Museum. 

When ONE of ous wouldn't stop complaining about her aching feet, we stopped at a cool little neighbourhood bar for some very expensive fries and coffee, tea and croissant. We huddled together at a tiny table, under the cocky gaze of a very young Mick Jagger and watched the bar's supplies being delivered, and listened to a group of American exchange students (girls) quietly appreciating the good-looking young waiter. 

Rested and fortified, we continued on the trek to the Rodin Museum. 

Upon arrival at the Rodin Museum (I have to admit I was starting to doubt my navigational skills at one point, but I couldn't let on), the first thing we saw was a giant earth-mover thing in the garden! Then we discovered that the main building, with all of the incredible artwork, was closed for renovations! Argh. We wandered through the temporary exhibit, and through the gardens. 

many many studies that Rodin made for the statue of Balzac. I'm going to show these pictures to my students, so that they understand that great Art is the product of A LOT of experimentation, failure, and re-grouping. 

We left the Rodin museum, and began the long trek back to our apartment. On the way, we passed through the Tuileries gardens.

The part of the Louvre where I interned for four glorious months eleven years ago.

One last shot before we made it to our neighbourhood, where we bought pizza and took it home. Also not the best meal any of us had ever had...