Sunday morning we slept in a bit, and by the time we were ready, we had missed breakfast at the hotel, so we hit the road and found a small cafe where we enjoyed petit pain, cafe and chocolat before beginning our tour of Paris.
From the cafe we walked through the jardins de Luxembourg and headed over to Notre Dame and Ile de la Cite.
As we approached, the chimes rang out. (I have a video of this, but have been having difficulty loading it to the blog. I will upload when I have reasoned it out.)
(This is not that video, but it's something.)
When we first arrived there wasn't much of a line, but after we had traipsed about a bit, the line grew. We had not intended to go in (we were there mostly for the gargoyles), but when we saw the lines we felt vindicated in our decision!
On the far side of the cathedral we crossed a small bridge which was decorated with locks, like the bridge in Seville.
We mostly wandered about, visiting vendors along the river, snapping pictures and people watching, but Sam had a destination in mind -- the Shakespeare and Company bookstore. What a treat!
There were books everywhere, and rooms and nooks and crannies to relax and enjoy them. One room has a piano where patrons can indulge their musical fancies. There is a really cool banquette with rich, red velvet curtains encasing it in the children's section where youngsters can enjoy their favorite stories in a cozy secret clubhouse, and a tiny cavern under one of the staircases with a typewriter and note cards so that visitors can record and share their musings.
(I have a video of this one, too, but am having the same problems uploading, so you will have to be patient, dear reader.) The store is both a bookstore and reading library offering primarily English-language literature and has been a gathering place for writers, having hosted Hemmingway, Burroughs, Nin, Joyce, Keroac, Ginsberg and McCarthy. The store was totally cool. Totally. We all enjoyed our visit and probably stayed close to two hours!
By then we were hungry again, and hopped on the metro to grab lunch at Rouge Pomme. The restaurant is in the University district, which only makes it more glaring that the name of the creperie does not follow French naming conventions -- La Pomme Rouge. Such rebellion!
On our way to the bistro, we passed le foundation, the international university where Sam studied when she was in Paris. We also saw the section of the university where Mauricio studied when he was here for his masters!
Once again we hopped on metro, this time heading for le premier arrondissement, and the Louvre! Unable to choose which two of the 30,000 objets d'art we wished to view, we chose instead to use the restrooms (which were lovely and clean, btw), take some pictures in and around I.M. Pei's huge glass triangles, and walk on.
We did, after all, still have to see the jardins de Tuilleries, Musee d'Orsay, place de la Concorde, the U.S. embassy, the most expensive hotel in France (where the winners of the Tour de France stay), l'Orangerie, le Petit et Grand Palais, les Invalides (from Pont Alexandre III, we didn't walk over) and a crazy looking bird (which Kevin Breen immediately identified for us when we posted its picture on fb) which turned out to be a magpie, on our way to the Champs Elysees!
(And, yes, this picture is taken looking up the Champs to l'Arc de Triomphe from the middle of the street. In traffic. Crazy Sami.)
And I know I said I wouldn't let my travels be influenced by rock stars again, but as I walked along the Champs Elysees, Joni Mitchell's Free Man in Paris kept playing in my head. Funny, I always thought le champs was a bit bohemian, but au contraire it is quite the chic shopping district. When I coupled this new discovery with Mitchell's line in Carey, "I miss my clean white linens and my fancy French cologne", I realized Mitchell was probably not one of those hippies who was into roughing it.
She would have loved these macaroons!
So, soon we were at the Arc de Triomphe where we rested for a bit and planned our next steps. (It is difficult to see, but under the arch there is a small military ceremony taking place.)
Our next steps (and there were many) took us to the jardins du Trocadero (as seen here from the Eiffel Tower). There was a protest going on (it is France, after all) against the use of nuclear power, which was pretty insensitive as the tsunami had recently hit Japan and her nuclear plant was currently failing.
Nevertheless, we relaxed and enjoyed the park and seated ourselves comfortably on a ledge to chill and watch the tower light up at dusk!
Apparently every hour in the evening the tower lights "sparkle" and the protesters were upset over the waste of energy.
From the tower, we walked back along the Seine through a cool little park (where Sam and Dave had yet another jumping competition) to a metro to take us back to the hotel.
We were both tired and hungry when we got back. Somewhere in our travels during the day we passed a Speed Rabbit Pizza location, which thrilled Sam. Apparently she and Jillian used to order from there when in Grenoble, and Sam didn't know there was one in Paris. (It's not shown in the picture, but the pizzas are delivered by bicycle courriers.)
We ordered, they delivered, and soon we were happily settled in our room munching on pizza and wings and watching Community, a lovely Anglo-American balance to our day touring the City of Lights!
for a few hours awaiting our arrival. We figured out the room confusion (by "we" I mean "Sam" and her fabulous, fluent French) and headed upstairs to clean up and change to go out. By now it was pretty late for me, but there's a price to be paid when hanging with a younger crowd. 
