Paris, part 4

The last two things we did in Paris:

The first thing:

Head over to the Pont des Arts.  Almost three years ago I put a lock on that bridge.  It said CH+DZ.  HOW ROMANTIC.  I chucked the key in the river.  I put it on a relatively empty spot on the bridge.  It wasn't very crowded at this point in time.  

When we went back there was no hope in finding it again.  The bridge is so full of locks that several panels collapsed under the weight earlier this year.  Our lock is buried somewhere on that bridge, so we abandoned all hope of locating it, and just enjoyed the view.  

It was at this point in time, on the way to The Second Thing, that we saw Shaq.  Yes, that Shaq.  He is very large.  What a weird thing to have happen.

The second thing:

Walk past the Louvre.  It's crowded and you'll never have enough time to explore it if you start in the late afternoon.

Walk, walk, walk.  To the Jardin du Luxembourg.

The second thing we did that day was my favorite thing we did that day.  We got ourselves a couple of chairs at the octagonal pool (better than the round pool), I opened my Marie Claire, and was in heaven.

If I lived in Paris, I am sure I would go there every nice day there was.

Carl and I had a picnic lunch, and I enjoyed the warm sun.  I was feeling positively one with the universe... until some damn teenagers started having a water fight.  As soon as I felt a cold spray of water on my back the spell was broken, I resisted the urge to scream at them ("MAIS QU'EST-CE QUE VOUS FETES LA?!"), declared I was "done," and walked away.

Damn kids, get off my lawn, etc.

My wrap-up:  Paris has so much beauty, I can't begin to imagine living in such a place.  Do you think it would just fade into the background as it became the norm?  Would you ever get used to the smell of pee?

Questions to be answered, perhaps, at a later time.