Saturday was spent moseying the Champs Elysees and the Arc du Triumph.
Way overcrowded and filled with tourists. I do not recommend. Besides, it’s filled with shops like Yves Saint Laurent, Hermes, and Gucci. Mama don’t shop there so no point. All I wanted to do was stop at every outdoor café for a glass of Chardonnay and people watch. The terraces in Paris are IDEAL for people watching as all of the chairs are always facing the street instead of circling the tables. And let’s face it – the Parisians are beautiful.
We kept walking and ended up at the Senate building and the Jardin du Luxembourg which is quite possibly one of the most fantastic parks I’ve been to in Europe. There I had my last Nutella crepe I would eat in France. Barry got a $10 Coca-Cola, I got a glass of wine. The wine was cheaper. Ah France.
Barry and I walk back to the hotel so he can meet up with his family and carry on to London via The Chunnel, and I was to meet up with my couchsurfer host for the night.
Morgane was lovely and took me to see the Moulin Rouge, since that was the one famous spot Barry and I didn’t have a chance to see. I was surprised – it’s very modern and I was expecting something much more antiquated. It was a bit of a disappointment to be honest. I craned my neck looking for Ewan McGregor but he was nowhere to be found. I hung my head and we walked away to drown my sorrows in a bottle of French white. Wine cures everything.