Paris Day 7: Neige

I woke up to heavily falling snow. Merde. But, I had promised a lovely girl I met a trip to the Eiffel Tower. After eating a petite dejourner , I hopped the RER C and arrived at the Tower.

(Note: Don’t pay attention to my poor grammar in front of the camera & yes, that is Nutella on the corner of my mouth. When in Paris!)

I navigated my way to our meeting spot and inquired at Information about the ice skating.

“No tower today,” he says, “too much snow.” Of course. To make matters worse, I waited for over one hour with no sign of my pal. Turns out, she had emailed me saying she wasn’t feeling well and couldn’t make it. Well, at least I saw the tower (it was amazing) and I got a few beautiful shots:





I crossed the Seine, and hopped a bus to the Louvre for one last visit. Since I purchased the Paris Museum Pass, I had unlimited visits for 6 days. The best part? I didn’t have to wait in line (each one was about 25 people deep). I loved that I could just pop in, enjoy a tea, warm up and leave (by the way their cafeteria upstairs is beautiful).

This time, I focused on the Egypt, Iran and Medieval exhibits and they all blew me away. Especially the Ancient Egypt exhibit. If you have the time, I highly suggest getting the museum pass and taking your time at the Louvre… it makes all the difference.

On to Les Marais. I was in search of an old Paris map, one I was told (by my Parisian friend, Marie) I would find at Paris Historique (basically the Paris Historical Society). I surprised myself by finding this shop with no difficulty. Unfortunately, the only maps they had would have taken up the entire wall in our home! I started to say my ‘merci beaucoup and au revoir’ when the lovely volunteer asks, “You like to see downstairs?”

“What is downstairs?” I ask

“12th century, come.”

So I followed her down the steepest, most wobbly stairs I’ve ever seen. When we reached the bottom I stepped on a dirt floor. We were in a salle of a monastery from the 12th century. A group of students is in the process of preserving it. I couldn’t get over what I was seeing. The architecture was incredible and I felt so privileged to be exposed to such a thing.



Before parting, I asked her for recommendations for another shop that may have maps. “Hotel de Sully” she says (like I knew what that meant). She points in the direction I should go and I set out. Sure enough, there it is. A majestic building with arrows pointing to a courtyard. I enter and sure enough, ‘Bibliothèque’. Inside, I spotted ‘the map’ on the wall. I looked around the shop and found a small container with huge maps inside. And there is was… the map I’ve been looking for since I got here, Le Plan de Turgot, Map de Paris. I ignored the price, paid, and set out for a late lunch.

Le Pain Quotidien is a lovely little chain here in Paris, serving organic foods at a large communal table.



For now, resting a bit before setting out to finish up some shopping and grab dinner. I only have a few more meals here and must make it count.

A bientot!

4 thoughts on “Paris Day 7: Neige

  1. Just Being able to see that 12th century monastary would have been worth the cost of the entire trip to me !! Incredible. When Ian and Stacy went to France in 2009, they really had a hard time leaving. They wanted to stay forever !! It’s just that kind of place!! I am so glad your experiences have been rich and unforgetable. Have a safe trip home.


    1. Yes, it was really a scene out of a movie. France definitely has that effect on people. The culture is just incredible and to be a part of it is an experience you never want to end.

      Thank you so much, Shelby. I’ll see you soon I hope!


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s