Paris, AGAIN?!

How SO last week.

Okay, so, yes. Paris again.

We started late-ish. It was nice to lurk.

The Great Master Plan (which had been written out on a paper placemat stolen from the dining room) said we had to go see the Musee d'Orsey.

So that's what we did!

MAN. They were ever strict there. Dad got chased around a bit for taking pictures.

I snuck one or two.

I really liked these hair sticks. I'm not entirely sure what they were made out of.

The flowers were a translucent peach colour. The stalk was brass, and the stem was horn.

Really well done. I was super impressed.

All that art just made me want to go home and make art. I wish I knew more about jewelry making.

Dad and I ditched mom there. She had an audioguide and was SO INTO IT ALL. I saw what I wanted to see, learned of a new artist which I liked but can't remember the name of, and then I was done.

So dad and I left.

I kept seeing this graffiti everywhere. It's all over the city where we are:



For all you plebs who don't know any French, it translates to "Look at the sky". My dad is being very helpful there in the last photo. And by 'being very helpful' I really mean 'being confused by non-specific instructions'.

It makes me think of this song: CLICKY CLACKY CLOCKY

FUN AND RANDOM FACT TIME!

The musical that that song is from is called Urinetown: The Musical. It was inspired by the composer's time spent travelling around Paris on $5/day, and discovering he had enough money to either eat, or use the pay toilet.

COINCIDENCE?!

Probably, actually.

Anyway, I have the lyrics running through my head, more specifically:

Look at the sky!
There's a great big heart there!
There's a heart in the sky,
There just is; don't ask why!
It's the sky!

Hilarious, no?

Yeah, you're right. No.

Anyway, dad and I ditched mom at the Musee d'Orsey and headed down the street to the Jardin du Luxembourg, where we sat and stared vaguely into the distance. I fet a pigeon some, even though I probably wasn't supposed to.

We checked out the old Roman ampitheatre. Boys were playing soccer where gladiators fought once. It was a neat old ruin. There were lots of old men playing bocci there too.


There was also the Judean Popular People's Front.

Splitters.

Or that's my dad.

I always get those two mixed up.

In any case, I think it's time for me to go to bed.

LESSON FOR TODAY: Stinky cheese and oranges taste REALLY REALLY BAD together. In case you were wondering.