Woke up at 2 in the morning and went to smoke (habit). Ernie heard me and told me to come back to bed. But, I couldn’t. Had some coffee (by this point, the staff were used to me asking for extra coffee, creamer and sugar – I did it every day), sat around, went outside and talked to my mom at one point. She told me a bunch of shit that was going on – same shit, same city, different day. Then I went back and sat at the desk with a cup of coffee, contemplating writing in my journal when I actually fell asleep, head on desk. I woke up at some point and said to myself “This won’t work”, so I finally made it back to bed. By the time Ernie woke me, it was 7:00. We had the Louvre to do today! I hurried to get ready and off we went.
The Louvre is such a magnificent and confusing building at the same time. I think I got some great pictures there. I just wish the Mona Lisa had come out more vividly on my camera. What are you going to do, when you can’t have any flash of any kind? (Something I got in trouble about at one of the other museums. It was the AF Illuminator, not the flash. Whatever.)
So, we quickly went through the museum, taking random pictures along the way. Then we went to the cafeteria and got some pretty good food and they even had wine! (I seriously have no idea how much wine we put away during this trip.)
After lunch, I wanted to go to the gift shop (one of many in that building), even though I wanted to originally stop at the one by the Mona Lisa. (I did stop there, but Ernie told me to just wait.) We headed to where it was pointing toward “boutiques”. Bad idea. They turned out to be different upscale stores that had nothing to do with the museum, that I could tell. So, we had to go through security and ticket checking again. I went to another gift shop and something he said or did just set me off and I was just in a pissy mood then. We quickly, but quietly, started to argue. I put the stuff back and we were going to leave. But he said I would be mad if I didn’t get something. So where did we end up? At the fucking Mona Lisa shop. All I kept thinking was “This is not how I want to spend my last full day in Paris.” We bought trinkets and such and made the trek out of there and back to the hotel. He bought me some ice cream as a nice gesture though.
We regrouped at the hotel, then we took the Metro to Notre Dame de Champs and took a walk through Le Jardin du Luxembourg. From there, I had to find pain medication for my feet, which had two open blisters and swollen feet from walking. Found a pharmacy and got some Advil (which ended up not really helping).
We headed through the Latin Quarter to see the Pantheon. Little did we know the police or some group had it blocked off blocks away from all sides.. Ernie was disappointed (I was a little too) so we walked some more, not really talking. When I brought up the catacombs (which he seemed interested in going to while we were home and he even brought it up at the hotel earlier), he refused to go there. Fine. Whatever. This day is just fucking fantastic.
We found a place for drinks and dessert and had a quiet yet contentious talk about things. We got through the talk and then went in search of dinner. We found Le Petit Zinc, which was pretty good. Actually, all the places that we stopped at were really good or above. I tried different things, including the way dishes (plats) were prepared. We were sat right away at all of these places, at outside tables (remember the whole smoking bit) and we could just people-watch and observe our surroundings.
We went back to the hotel for a while. When I took off my shoes, I literally cried. My feet hurt so bad. It was just too much. Ernie laid down while I repacked as much as I could so I didn’t have to do it in the morning. I decided that I would wear my Choo’s, because I thought my feet wouldn’t be as swollen by then.
Ernie wanted to go to the bridge that came from the Invalides with these gilded statues at each corner. I decided that, even though i was limping around, I would go with him. It only seemed right to experience it with him. Little did I realize, first, how far away it was and second, about the spectacular view of the Eiffel Tower lit up from that vantage point. I was glad I went, even though I could have really used a Tuk-Tuk or even a wheelchair at that time. We got pictures and went back to the hotel to finally sleep.