Day 2 of Paris brings us to the Marché Bastille (a local farmer’s market, from what I can tell), Place des Vosges (which is described as “one of the finest [squares] in the city” by Wikipedia, and is apparently where all the fancy rich people liked to live in the 17th and 18th centuries), Victor Hugo’s old house/museum (which my Mom demanded to see, although I’m not sure why because I’ve never seen her read a complete book…), and Notre Dame (which doesn’t need an introductory sidenote). It also brought some snails into my belly. When in France, eh?
Waking up in Paris is a cool feeling. Kinda like the day after something big happens – you blink open your eyes and, oh, huh, isn’t that new. This is where I’m at now. I am in Paris and the birds are chirping and if I switch the TV on, they’ll all be jabbering away en français.
I stopped in my tracks when I saw this guy and just pointed and gaped for a while. Like, dude! Who the frick picks the UNICYCLE as their preferred form of transportation?? I don’t want to be too hasty in labelling this moment ~only in Paris~*, but like. Show me a New Yorker or a Londoner who would unicycle through the park. Show me one!!!!
These funky spaceship-looking public toilets were really cool at first, and then kinda gross upon further inspection, and then cool/gross all at once. The idea of having one of these dotted around, open twenty-four hours a day, with an automatic cleaning/disinfecting system was, like, “DUUUUDE” exclamation worthy, but then my brother actually had to pee and we got to see inside. And, well, it was gross. Props for trying, though!
Breakfast this morning was made up of a group of things we acquired from the market – galettes, sausages, baguettes, cheese, fruit. I think I got a buckwheat galette with, like, three types of cheeses in it, and it was too strong for me once I got past half of it… but still, a ~real French galette~! In a ~real French market~! Look, I already told you. I’m a dumb American enamored with French stuff. Didn’t believe me? Here’s proof! (I don’t know why I’m shaking this proof of mindless Francophilia in your face like a fist to the heavens when the heavens smite your neighborhood mountain. I don’t know what that simile was.)
My brother and I were skeptical when my mom demanded we go to the Place des Vosges, declaring it ‘the finest the city had to offer’ (in Chinese, of course) but once there – OK, it was nice. The skies were a perfect blue and the grass was fresh spring green and there weren’t hordes of people milling around like at the larger squares in the city. In conclusion: very nice.
As with all lion decor I spotted, I want one with my cats in the place of this random lion.
I chortled at this sign. Thanks for the message, @HoldenCaulfield.
Victor Hugo’s apartment slash museum was cool to look at, even if I know nothing about the dude other than he wrote the book that Les Mis is based off of, and was exiled from France for a while. He had a room themed around China (briefly – shit, guys. I’ve listened to Donald Trump say “CHI-NAAAA” in that horrible way of his so damn much that my mind automatically supplied that soundbite for me when I typed that just now. My motherland has been contaminated; fuck.), which was kinda cool, although where does the line between cultural appropriation and cultural appreciation go here? Jury’s out on that one.
I am super into this wallpaper print and would like multiple items of clothing in it. Like, a silk shirt, a pair of pants, loafers, a blazer, a bomber jacket, and maybe an old-timey grandpa dressing gown too, for when I’m feeling really extra.
This floor was, from what we could tell, dedicated to artists of today. We couldn’t read much, though, so we just walked around quickly and tapped randomly on some screens before deciding we were way past due for lunch.
According to my parents and grandparents, when I was a baby (so maybe 2 or 3), I loved snails. Like, seriously loved them, and would devour a plate of twelve all by myself. Today, though, I’m a kind of squeamish adult with a ton of anxiety about random things, so I completely psyched myself out about eating snails and didn’t end up enjoying it one bit. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
The Notre Dame was one of those buildings that makes you go “wow”, in a completely non-ironic, non-sarcastic way. Like, how on earth did they build this way back when?? I’m not particularly religious, but standing in the middle of a cathedral like this, thinking about the services held here, the dedication that people held to construct this monument to their beliefs – it made me :’) for the thought of people and their capabilities for love and faith.
I’m not sure why, but after the Notre-Dame I became super sleepy all of a sudden, so I actually headed back to our Airbnb to take a nap. A quick power nap turned into a not-so-quick lazy cat sleep, but as the sun was setting I managed to rush out with my brother to meet our parents at the Musée d’Orsay (no photos, I’m afraid, except from our walk) right before it closed.
And that’s the end of our second day there!