It’s amazing how many things can happen in such a few hours. Elise and Eva took me on a Parisian night adventure. And I have to say…why is Paris so pretty? And so exciting?
The line 6 subway travels aboveground, crossing the river towards the Eiffel Tower. An accordion player snuck on board a few stops behind us, playing what in my mind was perfect Parisian music.
Dinner was ham and cheese crepe. Dessert was nutella and dark chocolate crepe. I learned how to pronounce crepe with their funny little r sounds in French.
On the streets in Cluny, we stopped by a candy shop. Why don’t these exist in America again? What amused me the most was the string candy and the egg shaped candy. “Don’t worry,” Elise assures me. The egg candy does not taste like egg. (It was just boring gummy taste.) String candy was delicious.
We walked down streets (Cluny?) where there were TONS of bars and restaurants. It was wonderfully bustling and busy, with lights shining and idle chatter filling the air. The restaurants are so pretty! Walking along this street, it’s easy to see how musicians and artists are so easily inspired by Paris.
We walked to Notre Dame, where a crowd was gathered around a firebreathing performance.
He went from simple firebreathing, to spinning fire around on strings, to finally spinning fireworks. The mini-starbursts in the air against the backdrop of Notre Dame…just breathtaking. No pictures, but I have the video!
On a small bridge, we passed by the strangest contraption ever.
It was part bicycle and part random parts just flying everywhere, blowing bubbles and gushing water from a small fountain and playing music. It was just strange.
The river was beautiful. Paris lights at night:
As we were walking towards to the Louvre, a HUGE crowd of skaters came rushing on the streets beside us. It looked SO FUN. Elise casually told me this happens every so often. Her little sister Eva and I were ecstatic.
They were preceded by staffers in yellow shirts, and followed by police cars. The crowd, when standing in one spot, took three full minutes to pass by. As we were walking, a bunch of skaters were just waiting at the side to join in.
At the Louvre, we sat in the entrance plaza. I tired to take some decent pictures, but alas my camera is not so brilliant at night photography. Here is the best that I could do:
Finally, we walked along a big street to come to the Arc de Triomphe. Some frantic picture-taking at the intersection:
It kind of works?
I feel like a ten-year-old, exclaiming and taking pictures of everything. Elise and Eva are very patient about it, thankfully. In Elise, I have found a fellow lover of long walks — apparently once she just took a six hour walk around the city! I definitely can’t do that in Florida, and probably not in Boston; there just aren’t as many things to explore. But in Paris, the sights and the atmosphere make me just want to walk around forever.