2nd day in Paris - 9th April - After Musee du Louvre
Leaving the Louvre, Bye Denon, Bye Sully, Bye Richelieu. Au revoir!

Porte Du Lourve - There is a beautiful garden inside as well.


I am standing above the green house. Flowers, flowers everywhere.

Outside the entrance of the Louvre. People everywhere. The culture of Paris is just so differen. Anywhere people can sit they will sit. And out pops a guitar or roll
Roadside street vendors that sell second hand books and paintings and souvenirs.
Apparently I read some where Paris is the only place left in the world with roadside street vendors that sells books!

Trying to get to Rivoli. Where ah?
Trying to get to Rivoli. Where ah?
Porte Du Lourve - There is a beautiful garden inside as well.
I am standing above the green house. Flowers, flowers everywhere.
We found this lovely pasteris shop opposite Louvre. I went gaga over it.....so many many beautiful cakes and stuff.....yum!

Random picture!

Before the Palais Garden, stripey stools and deep in thoughts.

The Royal Garden, Palais Garden (I think) opoosite The Louvre. I didn't make it that far......

Because I was just totally exhausted from spending 6 hrs at The Louvre.
And guarding my bagatte!!!

Is that the Opera House? Picture taken from Hotel De Lourve

I was betting with Colin that the minimun rates for nthis hotel would be 400 Euro. He said something like 200 Euro and it turns out that the minimum is 450 Euro. Gulp.

The street outside my brother's place.
Again, how does the French people park? Bumper to bumper?

Yes my bagatte from the lovely pasterie shop near Louvre.
Before the Palais Garden, stripey stools and deep in thoughts.
The Royal Garden, Palais Garden (I think) opoosite The Louvre. I didn't make it that far......
Because I was just totally exhausted from spending 6 hrs at The Louvre.
And guarding my bagatte!!!
Is that the Opera House? Picture taken from Hotel De Lourve
I was betting with Colin that the minimun rates for nthis hotel would be 400 Euro. He said something like 200 Euro and it turns out that the minimum is 450 Euro. Gulp.
The street outside my brother's place.
Again, how does the French people park? Bumper to bumper?
Yes my bagatte from the lovely pasterie shop near Louvre.
And did I menion that the elevator at where my brother is staying is so small that the door is only the length of my baguette?
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home