Thursday, March 18th
Musee d'Orangie. This is where the Monet waterlilies are...the real ones. They wrap around the entire room and are just massive pieces of happiness. They are second favorite paintings. I don't understand how one man could do so much in one lifetime. I love the waterlilies so much I bought a print of them...and a folder...and a postcard. But that's it.
We stopped by a bakery on our way to the Rodin. I got a big loaf of bread because I wanted to buy bread from a real French bakery. I felt like Aladdin. It was so good and I finished the whole thing, what a surprise! That was my lunch for the day.
I saw the Thinker at the Rodin...I never thought I'd have the privilege of gazing at this sculpture...but what do you know.
I love this sculpture, it's just beautiful. (I don't know why this sentence is underlined, but I can't fix it)
The catacombs. It's a really cool place with a lot of skulls and bones. In the 18th century, Paris ran out of room in their cemeteries to bury people so they decided to use an old quarry to house the bones of people who were moved from the cemetery. It's absolutely insane how many bones there are, just stacks and stacks piled far back into the wall for....miles!
There were designs within the bones ... weird huh? We found a heart, a cross, and an arch. I guess they had to have fun somehow stacking all those bones.
There was a market we had heard about so we decided to make that our last stop of the trip. I got a crepe from a funny Indian man and tried some ice cream from a shop that makes it into the shape of a flower in your cone. We looked at a few shops and I got some fruit and then we walked back to our hotel to get our luggage. My poor body hates me after eating so much junk, walking about ten miles a day and not getting enough sleep. But I got some sleep on the train back to England. Good thing no one had their camera nearby or I would have some embarrassing pictures of me drooling with my mouth open. People like to take pictures of that. It was weird getting back to London and feeling like it was home. Only one more month and I really will be home. I don't know how to feel about that.
oh my gosh, i wanna go see the water lilies! thye look soooo pretty!!!!!
ReplyDeletei can't tell you how insanely jealous i am of this trip. and i barely know anything about it. i want to cry. like really... my eyes just flooded with tears, but i managed to choke them back. i would have dropped dead infront of the nympheas... and the cezanne's they have there... and the rest of the impressionist pieces.......... you, dog, you. :)
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