The Winged Victory of Samothrace
outside Notre Dame
Shakespeare & Company
Today as our train pulled away from Paris we breathed a sigh of...relief. Neither Ian nor myself enjoyed Paris. It was brimming with tourists, laid to waste with garbage, and so much like every other city we've been to it wasn't worth it.
Okay, the Louvre was worth it. We had the chance to see paintings by Monet, Degas, Delacroix, DaVinci, Poucher, Duhrer, Zubraran, Caravaggio, and sculptures by Michaelangelo.
Now, we're in Toulouse and Ian's teasing me I can't enjoy the red lava lamp in our red and white room because we have our own room over a week (discounting the one night return to London) and separate sleeping areas within. The door to our private porch, that houses mini-golf grass and a little red table set, is open wide in November. Hello delight! Everyone at home in New York is trying to evade the snow.
The downside to France is everything closes early so there's no food available. We haven't eaten in about twelve hours and are really missing Wegmans right now. For those of you who know, this goes without saying when you travel. Travel = missing Wegmans.