Today was to be our last
full day in Paris, at least until we take another voyage across the
Atlantic. We had only touched on one of the buildings of the
Louvre yesterday, so we set our sights on at least sampling the other
two, and then seeing how much energy remained in us for further
The Louvre Palace from the underside of
one of the new pyramids.
As it turned out, there
was not much energy left after having spent six hours among the
sculptures and antiquities. Since we missed the Seine supper the
night before-- the spirit was willing but the flesh was weak-- we
decided to ride the Bateaubus for a bit of sight-seeing off our feet.
of the sculptures at Le Parc des Plantes, seen from the boat-bus
By the time the boat
returned to dock, evening was coming along, and it was raining torrents.
We took refuge under a staircase that led from the upper street down to
the quai, but it did not afford much protection. If we were soaked
in our rain gear and relatively comfortable clothes (and we were!), pity
the poor souls who were descending the stairs to board the dinner boat
in their evening attire: suits and dresses, high heeled open shoes and
the like. Most of them wore expressions that told the world they
took the weather as a joke on them. I'm not sure I would have been
quite as sanguine.
The rain eventually did
lessen somewhat, but showed no sign of stopping, so we opted to return
to the southeast of town, get some dinner, and call it a day. The
restaurant at which we ate last night was so good that we decided to go
there again. The same good soul who served us the night before
attended us again, and was just as gracious and good humored. Here
is a picture of her holding a little magnet that says "The chef is
It was a toss-up between
that magnet and one that read "Nice doggies. It's their master
who's crazy!" She has a couple of dogs herself, so that one was a
real temptation, but we thought this might appease the boss if she were
caught cavorting with clients.