Last Tango in Paris

[I thought that title was a little catchy–this was our last day in Paris, and later in the day, I felt like an extra in a French movie, so it kinda fits, oui?]

We checked out of our little studio villa at the Marriott I’lle de France this morning and bought tickets to the Louvre so we could avoid the long queue later in the day. It took us about an hour and a half to get to our hotel on the west side of the city (it was our free night from Marriott, which is why we left one place just to go to another), but they let us check in right away. They also comped us in-room wifi and a breakfast buffet the next day! I tell you, company loyalty is rather beneficial at times.

Coffee on the patio.

Coffee on the patio.

Our little 'street' at the resort.

Our little ‘street’ at the resort.

My comped breakfast the next morning.

My comped breakfast the next morning.

This was my fourth time visiting the Louvre, and I was just as awed as ever at the sheer number and quality of pieces of art in this one place. I’m sure Paul and I only walked through maybe 50-60% of the exhibits in the 4 1/2 hours we spent there. Thursdays are late open days for the Louvre, so we knew we had plenty of time. We even took a half-hour break two-thirds of the way through to rest our legs and have a little refreshment in one of their cafes. Funny thing, though, one of the main cafes started closing with hours left of the museum being open and tons of people still there. One would think that they would stay open. I do not understand the French.

Courtyard Marly

Courtyard Marly

Diana, the Huntress.

Diana, the Huntress.

I thought it humorous that so many tourists felt the need to be IN pictures with the art. So, I did it, in jest.

I thought it humorous that so many tourists felt the need to be IN pictures with the art. So, I did it, in jest.

Notice the woman at the bottom left of this picture..to provide some perspective of the immense size of this painting.

Notice the woman at the bottom left of this picture..to provide some perspective of the immense size of this painting.

Once again we did not plan ahead as to where we wanted to eat dinner, so we just crossed the Seine into the 6th Arrondissment (which, we were told later, is known for having good restaurants), and poked around. I looked into the window of a corner cafe, and I noticed a lovely woman singing along with a bass guitarist and someone on keyboard. Hey, live music, I thought! Always a good time! As it turned out, this was a charming, local watering hole, with good food at a reasonable price, and did I mention, live music? 🙂 The evening, to my eyes anyway, became like a scene from a French movie; the jovial owner/waiter, the hep bartender, the barfly who sings along with the professional singer, the young couple in love staring into one another’s eyes in the back of the bar, the young French man wearing a black and white striped tee-shirt (a la Marcel Marceau) with the ever-present black scarf draped around his neck. It was a people-watching paradise! I kept trying to take a picture of the scene without being thought of as a potential creeper!

Us with front-row seats to our little French movie!

Us with front-row seats to our little French movie!

Paul acting like I am really taking the picture of him, but I'm not.

Paul acting like I am really taking the picture of him, but I’m not.

 

So, our last evening in Paris was nice and not too cold for a comfortable stroll back to the Metro and our hotel.

Au revoir, ‘Paree’, until next time. 🙂

Nice little cafe in Paris.

Nice little cafe in Paris.

Night lights along the Seine.

Night lights along the Seine.

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