6. Warhol, The Thinky Thinks, Shopping, and Yummmm!

As I mentioned last night, this is my last full day in Paris. I return for a day and a half at the end of my trip because I'm flying out of here, but that'll be in November, and very likely not a as nice out as it is these days. 

Today was a brilliant day, weather-wise and stuff-doing-wise. 

I noticed the other day when I arrived, as I walked down to the Eiffel Tower, there is an Andy Warhol exhibition on at the Musée d'Art Moderne, right up the street from the place I'm staying. Obviously I had to go, and today, a day with a wee bit o' rain, I timed it perfectly. I walked into the museum five minutes before it started raining, and it was just finishing up as I walked out. 

I loooove it when a plan comes together! Here are some pictures of the things I was allowed to take pictures of in there, and then the outside of the back of the museum. The back looks incredible, it's a wonder they didn't make it the front. You'll notice my building husband (aka. The Eiffel Tower) in the background. I, of course, had to go say hi to hubby too.

This star is made of marble, and a dude who worked there came over to tell me that. There were a bunch of other marble moon-shaped things, one for each phase of the moon, on a gold-leafed table, but apparently it's so off that people walk by and think it's just an intermediary room before the next gallery. I was apparently one of the only people to stop and actually pay attention to the space. I find that odd. This is a modern art gallery, I find it hard to tell whether the vents in the wall are art or not!

Why so blue? (come on, I had to!)

Baby got back.

I've decided that my favourite area of Paris is the Marais, and the areas surrounding. I stayed in this area last year, and will be for the couple of days I'm here in November. There's an island right next to the island Notre Dame is on, called Île St. Louis (hell yeah I put the effort in to get the accents right! lol). It's just... it feels like Paris to me. It feels like all of my preconceived notions of Paris. Tiny streets, chocolate shops, the smell of freshly made crepes everywhere, fresh meat and cheese shops, a fruit and vegetable vendor who doesn't speak any English and was very kind to gesture with me as to what I wanted.

If I am lucky enough to come back to Paris again, this is where I will stay. With the dude in the fruit and vegegable shop. Juuuust kidding, I will stay in this area though. And if it costs a lot, which I suspect it will, I will just have to save up for a bit longer. 

I had gone four days without buying anything to send back home. Today, I bought enough to send two whole packages back. Oy vey. That'll be on my list of things to do tomorrow before my flight. It's a late flight, so I'll be sure to leave enough time to make it to La Poste, not have a clue what I'm doing, try to decipher the way it works, and get something shipped back to the correct addressed. 

I may need some luck!

Here are some of the things I bought. Selfishly. The things I bought non-selfishly will not be shown, because they're for other people, and they should remain a secret! Also there are some daytime pictures of Notre Dame because I walked by it on my way to my new little island bestie. 

Made. Of. Paper!

Is this (x2) not amazing? One for oil, one for balsamic! Yeah. I know.

The larger book is full of huge sheets of 1970s wrapping paper / pattern sheets, and while I fear I'll find this at Swipe or Indigo upon my return, I couldn't risk it.

While walking around in my favourite part of town, just drooling over the crepe smell before I'd had dinner, I passed by the La Caveau place that I had that delicious meal the other night. They saw me, waved, we both smiled, and I carried on. You guys, did I just find my French Cheers??? Oooh hell yes!

However, I decided to not go there, because.... this is Paris, and while they make delicious food, and have a very cute cat (I know, I wondered about the cleanliness factor too... I got over it pretty quickly though, ha), I am travelling to experience different things, so I opted to try a different place for dinner tonight.

You guys.

It's just...

Holy. Hell.

I ended up at a place I'd walked by an hour or so before, called Sorza. It has eight tables total, four of which are two-person tables, can't measure more than 600 square feet, and it modern while still being quaint. I ordered the "menu" option, which is a three course meal at a flat price, with a few options for each course.

I ordered (have actually just finished my main, awaiting the dessert menu, even though I know what I'm going to choose):

Appetizer - Mozarella di Buffalo atop, tomates cerises, basilic (speaks for itself)

Main - Souris d'agneau braisée, purée de pommes de terre, huile d'olive (in no way speaks for itself... braided lamb shank, potato purée, olive oil)

Dessert - Créme brûlée à la vanille (speaks for itself)

Ummmmmmmmm... whhaaaat? Look.

The lamb required two angles.

After that I fought off the idea of a crepe, and won. I have not had one crepe in my time here! I know! I'm as equally shocked as you are. I know I won't be getting one tomorrow due to the immediate stomach ache the sugar will cause, and I have to get on a plane. Comfort is king, especially because I know the level of seat to leg and hip ratio is going to be the opposite of in my favour tomorrow.

Anyhoozle, then I went walking around, ended up, shockingly, at Notre Dame. Just, y'know what, just bare with me, I leave here tomorrow!

Right, so then it was "home" time, and I decided that I'd spent enough on cabs, and that I would find my way home on the Metro. Yeah.

I got to the correct entrance, got to the place where it said the yellow line was, but the effer was only going one way, 'cause there was no option for the other way, which, you guessed it, is the one I needed. So fine, I found another line to take which would then lead me to that first line. Did that. That first line wasn't going my way again. What the hell, you guys? Fiiiine then, I took a train instead of the Metro, got to the Arc de Triomphe, and managed to walk home from there after stopping in and getting three macaron for a treat. If I'm not going to have a crepe, you'd better be damn sure I'm having a Parisian macaron! 

Alright, to bed I go, ready for a big day and a new country tomorrow. I'm very excited about Amsterdam, we shall see how it goes, and I will do my best to be back tomorrow to report some excellent findings.

Nightaroonydoony!