The march on Paris

Our time in Paris is coming to an end - everyone's either flying or taking the train to London tomorrow to start the soccer tournament. We've walked miles and miles through the neighborhoods around Le Marais and alternated between totally lazy, hang-out-at-cafe days and turbo tourist days (Tuesday we were the anti-tourists, Wednesday we went to Musee de l'Orangerie, the Catacombs and the Rodin Museum).



Nights were pretty hit or miss for us. We weren't sure if everyone was really gone for August or if we had the uncanny knack for hitting exactly the wrong night at each bar we'd try. I had become the default night time navigator and took us on a few wild goose chases throughout the city. Though on one of these death marches we did stumble on an amazing black French rapper at this closed cafe in the middle of nowhere rapping to a couple of his friends. Pretty magical and for me I think that was the highlight of the entire week. Thursday night we finally found a dance club that had people in it (CUD) and stayed out late dancing. That was our 3rd time trying to find the place, so it was a victory of sorts.

Other things I'll remember on this segment: our foie gras fest escaping the rain at a restaurant off Place des Voges, Centre Georges Pompidou, the nights we spent eating, drinking and talking at our apartment, the Catacombs and that apple bread pudding tarlet at our local bakery.