Today is our final full day in Paris, and our finally full day of the program for that matter. I woke up this morning in a coughing fit yet again. I just can’t seem to shake this thing. Anyway after our group gathering this morning, it was off to the metro to go see Sacre Coeur. We were actually able to see it from a distance yesterday when we were on top of Notre Dame. Sacre Coeur is an old church in Paris located on top of provably the highest hill around. It was quite a hike to reach it. After all the steps, you reach the top and get an amazing view of the city. It was a cold, wet and miserable day (probably because I was sick), but the view was still great even with the rain. We went into the church to look around for a while, but I couldn’t stop coughing so I had to leave. But that was ok, I am pretty much all churched out. I’ve heard stories about how beautiful and massive Notre Dame and Sacre Coeur are, yet they pail in comparison (in my view) to St. Paul’s in London. St. Paul’s is the most impressive and breathtaking church I have ever seen.
After every one had their fill of the church and took enough in of the view we went a little bit down the hill to an area called Monmontre. It is this cute little shopping area with a square where you can watch artists paint various oil scenes on canvas and then purchase them. I though it was amazing. It was really cool to watch the artists work with the paint and their palette knives and create such beautiful scenes with seemingly little effort. I spent some time watching them work and then wandering around the area popping in and out of little shops. I was starting to feel a little better, which is good, because I thoroughly enjoyed Monmontre. A few of us when to a crepere to indulge in some nutella crepes (I had to, I was in Paris!). After the quick lunch we were set free to do our own thing.
Most of the girls decided they wanted to do some more shopping around Paris. However, Andi and I were all shopped out, so we decided to explore some of Paris with the boys. We hopped on the metro and took a rather long ride to the Parisian Catacombs. There are tunnels built back when the Romans commanded France, and apparently the intricate winding tunnels are littered with bones and other human remains. Sadly though, after we got all the way out there, it was closed, and had been since November. So we had to devise a new plan. Even though it was all the way at the opposite end of Paris, we decided to go find Jim Morrison’s grave. After another rather long metro ride we arrived by an absolutely massive graveyard. It took a little while and quite a bit of walking, but we finally find his grave. It has a barricade around it, and security guards watching it at all times (apparently they get a lot of graffiti there). We were going to find Oscar Wilde’s grave (which is so famous, it would have been cool to see) but we were running out of time and it was a good mile or two away.
We got home, got ready, and then off to dinner at the Eiffel Tower. Ten of us got all dressed up and got on the metro towards the tower. The restaurant we had reservations at was on the first floor of the tower. We enjoyed dinner over several hours (we wanted to get our moneys worth because as you can imagine it was a little pricey, but none of us wanted to miss out on the experience). After dinner we took our time walking around the first level and then back down on the ground. Throughout the whole ordeal we saw the tower twinkling with it’s flashing lights (which happens on the hour, every hour) a total of 5 times because we left the area at 11. Then straight home to pack! I have to get up at 5:30 a.m. tomorrow to get on the EuroStar back to London while everyone else is flying home from Paris. We were able to pack a great deal into our time at Paris (which may not necessarily be good when I’m sick, but worth it), and I got to use my French quite a lot (which was great). I still have another leg left on my European adventure, but Paris was an amazing and beautiful city. Au revoir Paris!
