After four jammed-packed days in Paris, we were debating what to do for our final day. Sundays in Paris aren’t all that busy, with a lot of stores and boutique shops being closed. (Ps – Start on day 1 here)
We toyed with the idea of visiting the catacombs, but walking through a tunnel of bones and skulls didn’t seem all that appealing (and more than a little frightening to be honest). Then we questioned making the visit to Versailles – but it would be a full day trip. So, we finally decided that when in Paris, one should make a stop at the Louvre.
Neither mom nor I are big museum and art fanatics, but the Louvre seemed to have a good variety of things – famous paintings, sculptures, jewels, relics…you get the point. So we woke up early to at least avoid the massive afternoon-line-ups.
It was a little intimidating once we arrived inside. There are ticket counters everywhere and big tour groups swarming about. We grabbed a guide and decided to make a plan: visit the classics. The museum is WAY too big to see in one day, so we figured seeing a snapshot of the major pieces would be best.
We picked an entrance and began our journey.
Each painting was elaborately framed and paired with a blurb on the title and it’s author. We weaved in and out of the rooms, following our map and keeping our eyes peeled for gems.
At the end of our first leg, we happened upon the Mona Lisa herself – and all the crowds that follow her. I snapped a quick shot, but I didn’t necessarily get what all the hype was about.
Next, we began to make our way through the objects of art. Basically a catch all phrase for beautiful, antique pieces of furniture, grand chandeliers, and Egyptian relics. This was probably my favourite section since it seemed to encompass everything.
We meandered through the Napoleon III apartments and then weaved in and out of the hieroglyphics.
And then next up, the sculptures. We had already seen a peak through the window, so we knew we were in for something grand. Each was delicately crafted and so detailed – all with some greater meaning behind it.
Famished and tired from waking up early, we headed back to le Marais for a bite to eat at the Briezh cafe. Because when in Paris, you eat crepes. Yet another excellent suggestion from our pals at Le Cuisine.
Ah, the crepe bretonne. Salted caramel and ice cream.
And a savoury ham and cheese galette with a classic french green salad.
And that my friends, is the end of my Paris trip. If you haven’t gathered as much, I’m utterly in love with it.
If you haven’t followed along – start at the beginning with my Paris Itinerary Day 1.