Wednesday, January 21, 2009


It's 4:42PM local time in Paris, and I'm sitting here with a glass of wine (notice a trend here?) and very, very sore feet. Yes, gentle reader, I visited the Louvre museum today.

But let's backtrack a bit to last night. I failed to deliver a suitable restaurant (in my defense, Phil arrived home earlier than I had anticipated), so Phil suggested we go to a restaurant he had been to with his boss when he was here in November, restaurant Chez Astier, in the 3e arrondissement of Paris.

Now, something you should know about this restaurant: it's renowned for it's cheese plate.

That is a LOT of cheese. The meal itself had copious amounts of food, and then they bring THIS out??? Phil and I did our best to sample them all between the two of us, including one that looked (and smelled!) like Jabba the Hutt's turd or something... I wasn't game, but Phil gave it a go... and had a hard time keeping down. I swear, this man will eat almost anything, and this stuff had him groping for the bread and water, STAT! Too funny...

Unfortunately, it seems the meal didn't agree with him after all, because his stomach was really quite upset this morning. All together now! Aaaaaaw...

Anyway, the plan for today was to visit the Louvre, and then to head over to La Droguerie, the famous yarn shop not too far away. Well.... I made it to the Louvre, anyway!

As I had done at Versailles, I rented an audio-guide, something I highly recommend if you're on your own in any museum and really want to take your time. I saw the Venus de Milo... well as the Mona Lisa (I didn't bother to take a picture... oops!), the Radeau de Méduse and the Victoire de Samothrace. I visited the quaint apartments of Napoléon III (dudes!).

And I called it a day at the Cour de Marly, where a great many lovely French sculptures are exposed.
By this time it was 3:00PM, I was exhausted, and my feet were killing me (I foolishly opted for the sexy red pumps - I'm trying to compete with the loveliness of the French! - in lieu of the sensible if homely loafers), and there was no way in H-E-double hockey sticks I was going anywhere except back to the hotel. So no Droguerie for me today! Maybe tomorrow or Friday? We'll see... But really, Paris is more important than yarn, right?


All right, that's it for today, folks. Phil is home early and his tummy is still feeling a little wonky, so we're going to walk over to the Arc de Triomphe and have a light dinner of steak entrecôte et frites tonight.

Happy Knitting, everyone!


kate-the-enabler said...

You know, for all my joking about your needing a travel companion for all these wonderful places you're seeing - I look at (and read about, clearly) your solo day at the Louvre and think that that actually must have been pretty magical. No other schedule than your own, and contemplation of such astonishing beauty in (I assume, at least part of the time..) silence. Sounds really delicious.
Hope Philippe's tum is feeling more the thing and that your meal was fab.
I'm glad I wasn't already drinking my tea when you mentioned the Jabba Turd, 'cos I'd have snorted it out in laughter. Thanks.
Yarn store called Droguerie? At least they have no illusions about their clientele... :)

Knit and Purl Mama said...

That is a lot of cheese!

I see the scrabble earrings made it to Paris!

Mmmm cheese!

Sinéad said...

Y'know the one overwhelming memory I have of my week in Paris was sore feet. Man, there's a lot of walking to do! Style goes out the window there I tell ya. Comfy sneakers all the way. Hope Phil is feeling better.

birana said...

OMG!!! That's a lot of cheese! You saw all big pieces of art then. Hope phil is better today and your feet too. Hope you had a nice steak and frite..hummm!