We woke up early and ate a quick breakfast before Madeleine drove us to the train station where we said goodbye. We boarded the train to Beziers around 8.13 and arrived half an hour later, and boarded the train to Paris de Lyon a little while later. The train ride went smoothly and I started on yet another travel book, a girl’s guide to travelling alone by Gemma Thompson.
We arrived in Paris at 12.45 and quickly made our way down to the metro, from where we took two metros to reach Notre-Dame-de-Lorette. We walked to the AirBnB studio apartment we had rented and a friend of the owner met us at the door and proceeded to run up the five flights of stairs, apparently in a hurry, while we tried our best to keep up, finding it a bit difficult with heavy bags on our backs. We made it up alive though and quickly got settled in to the cozy flat, before heading out again. The area was speckled with vegan and vegetarian restaurants and cafes, and we ended up eating at Hank’s vegan burgers down the road, which was good, although nowhere near the same league as the other burgers we had eaten in some of the first cities we visited.
We walked about 40 minutes to Musée d’Orsay, enjoying our surroundings on the way, and were surprisingly met with virtually no queue. We got through for free (since we are under 25 and from the EU), and could as an added bonus go directly to the check in, no need to queue in the line for tickets. The museum was truly wonderful, with an unbelievable amount of amazing artists and artworks, and we could’ve easily spend the whole day wandering around, but seeing as we only had about 2 hours, we ended up hurrying through some of the most interesting rooms, just reaching the enormous Piccasso collection 2 minutes before they closed the gates for visitors.
Monet and Picasso were only a few of the many highlights of the place, and I would like to come back sometime without the ticking clock in the background.
We sat watching street musicians playing and an elderly lady dancing to the music for a while, before heading towards the Eiffel tower, strolling by the river. We reached it a little before 7 pm.
From there we went to a close-by Italian restaurant, as it had been almost completely impossible to find a vegan or vegetarian place to eat at nearby. After having eaten in Italy, the pasta was sadly disappointing, not at all seasoned enough or the slightest bit al dente. It was alright by normal standards though, and we ate it happy just to have found something.
We walked back to the Eiffel tower, having reserved tickets for 9.30 pm. There was still over an hour until then, so we just sat and talked until it was our turn. The wait wasn’t long and soon we were looking out over Paris - although the air was a bit cold, the view was incredible, and we of course took loads of pictures.
We descended after a while and took the bus back to our area. And after having ascended the five flights of stairs to our studio apartment, we quickly went to bed and fell asleep.
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