@ Paris : Oh my Feet

August 2nd, 2007

Yesterday started with a fantastic breakfast. I don’t know if french toast originated in France but this place does it right. It is big and fluffy like yellow clouds that melt in your mouth. MMMMMMMM. We are staying in the “Hole du Louvre” and every american hotel I’ve ever been in could take some lessons from the Continental Breakfast they serve here. After breakfast we had 4 hours with a private driver and a really nice car and we did a driving tour of Paris. We saw most of the major monuments and famous places in side of Paris. We saw all of these little shops that we wanted to go shopping at later this week but now have no idea where they were. Everything here looks the same.

After we returned to the hotel we took a small nap (still can’t get used to the time difference) and then went to the Louvre to look around and have lunch. Wow, that place has a lot of stuff. It’s been a long time since I was in a museum that had that much stuff.

The Louvre used to be a home for French Kings, and has been converted into a museum. They have french sculptures, ancient Greek and Roman sculptures, Renaissance Paintings, Ancient Egyptian artifacts, a section is still decorated like Napoleon had it, ancient Mesopotamian artifacts and so on and so on. Most of this we could take pictures of except for the French Paintings. I don’t know why but they wouldn’t let us take pictures of the french paintings. I personally think that France views them as a national treasure and taking pictures of them would be like stealing them (they have weirder ideas). This didn’t seem to stop most people from taking photos and since there were no signs in english I didn’t know, so I too tried to take photos and I got yelled at in French. That was a very scary experience. The French language can be very scary when being hurled at you by an cranky old lady.

We walked around for hours on concrete, stone and marble floors and our feet and ankles were hurting us very much (this sentence resembles how the french phrase they’re english. I didn’t want to type it this way but I haven’t had a good english conversation in a couple days and have forgotten how to speak). Bridgett was hobbling pretty bad as we left and to make matters worse once we got to the hotel the elevator was out of service and we had to climb the stairs. OUCH!!! I took a lot of photos and uploaded several to flickr so go check them out.

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