Third and forth picture- Notre Dame de Paris and the Eiffel tower in Paris
After 2 and a half days in the Swiss Alps, we needed to go to Paris. I was done hiking around in high altitudes and sleeping in a tent with my parents. But I had to admit, the mountains are pretty big and it was very beautiful. So after we had walked around one last time, we got in our car to go. My dad was talking like we might never see these mountains again and we should remember this day. I just wanted to drive to Paris. So we got in the car and drove ( Sarah got in the trunk). I was pretty keen on getting to the destination but getting there was a different matter.
So on arrival to our hotel, we waited out side with the car, while my dad checked us in. When he came back, we split up. I went with my parents to get some groceries and my sisters went up to the room. The grocery store is really close to our hotel, so it wasn't a big deal. The groceries store that we went to was not very clean. It looked like they never cleaned the floor there was marks from canned tomatoes and other vegetables that had fallen off the shelves. In the back of the store where the big bottles of soda are, there was a freshly spilled coke bottle that people were trying to avoid. So when we finally were finished shopping and brought our bags up to the room, my mom was pretty happy because there was a kitchenette in the room. She could cook for us. Other then that, the room was pretty small. My sisters and I would have to sleep on the floor while my parents get the bed. It wasn't as bad as sleeping in a tent. After dinner, we watched TV a little bit, trying to change the channels to English and went to bed. I was looking forward to seeing Notre Dame the next day.
After a good nights sleep ( as good as you can get on td
floor) we woke up to eat breakfast. I ate 2 minute noodles because it was one of the only things that we had. My dad was really happy to be in France because the French have really "good" stinky cheese. He gets the really stinky and strong cheese, because he thinks that taste good. So when we go on a walk, the cheese sweats and starts to stink like dirty socks and farts. Since the cheese was in our back pack, it smells just as bad. After a few days, even my dad doesn't want to eat the cheese. So moving over stinky cheese, we had a filling breakfast. Then we got set up for a day of sightseeing.
As usual we will take the metro. So a short walk to the station and a really long line later, we got to experience our first French culture. There were 5 workers in the ticket booth and a really long line. But the workers were busy talking and greeting each other to help the customers. While we were getting madder and madder, people were jumping the turn stile because they were so ticked off. We finely got our tickets to go on the metro.
Being experienced metro users and tourists, we promptly tried to figure out where we were and where we need to go on the map. We decided that we needed to go to Champs-Elysées, because it was a street near the center of town. When we got there and got out of the metro, we didn't know which way we needed to go. We went to the louvre because it was free on Sunday. But when we got there, the line traced all the way through the gardens around the museum. There was an unanimous vote to go to the other museum, because it looked like we would spend all day in line.
The Musee d'Orsay was Kayleys favorite art museum. It had all the impressionists paintings in it. I do not have the stamina for art museums. I can handle a few rooms but after that I am burnt. I knew that we would have to see a lot of paintings, sculptures, and busts to finish the museum. I was overcome with all the art that was inside. Kayley, who was our guide for this expedition into hostile territory, quickly led us to her favorite section. There was a lot of paintings, my dad really liked Van Gogh. I noticed that all the ladies in the paintings were a little on the plump side of things. I suppose it is because if they were fat, then they don't have a shortage of food which means they are rich. I thought that the paintings were pretty cool. Some of them were just a ton of little dots, that would be really hard to paint. My mom took a lot of time admiring each painting. After the first few paintings I walked ahead. There were 4 rooms. I got through all of them and circled back and mommy was just finishing the first. After a while, I went out side because I got bored. They met me out side 30 min. later. After some discussion, we decided to go home. I was all for it because I was tired of seeing art. Walking home in Paris is not that easy, there is a lot of cool buildings. My mom took a lot of pictures. She needed people in them, some posed for her.
When we got to the metro stop, we had already got our tickets so getting home would not be that hard. Since it was late at night, there was not many people on the trains, so we got seats. When We got to our stop and walked home, I was so tired that I didn't notice anything, until I was in the elevator going up to our room. It was a long day, and my bed on the floor seemed almost comfortable. I knew that tomorrow, we would see Notre Dame and the old town, so I had something to look forward to.
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