Musee d'Orsay, Boulevard Saint Germain, Champs Elysees

The Bauer's and the Lane's went different directions today (Thursday).  The Lane's were up at the crack of dawn for a bus tour to Normandy.

We lingered a little longer in the hotel room this morning before striking out for the Musee d'Orsay, a converted train station turned into a museum.
It is a shame that cameras are not allowed to be used inside the museum.  It is a rule that was observed in the breach but I nevertheless followed the rule and took no pictures inside.  It is a beautiful building and a beautiful setting for display of art.   (Stock photo below.)

The Orsay houses more contemporary art than the Louvre and contains an amazing collection of impressionists and post-impressionists.  I found it great to walk past Monet, Manet, Degas, Sisley, Renoir and Cezanne right after one another and compare their styles.  They also have a great Cafe on the top floor.  And it was a lot less crowded than the Louvre.  I loved the Musee d'Orsay.  My favorite attraction in Paris so far.

Since we're in the neighborhood, we again walk by Shakespeare & Company, the English language bookshop.  It is a lot less crowded here as well and able to be shopped.

We amble down Boulevard Saint Germain, a great shopping street.  We stumble on Patrick Roger, a wonderful chocolate shop.  We taste.  We buy.  We end up coming back here twice more in the next two days.  We get a "free" taste each time.
Yes, that animal sculpture is made of chocolate.

On down Boulevard Saint Germain, we come upon a couple of Hemingway haunts including Les Deux Magots
and Cafe de Flore.

After a respite in the hotel room, we head out in the evening for a stroll down the Champs Elysees from Place de la Concorde to the Arc de Triomphe.  Here is Beverly window shopping.

By now it has begun to rain.  Happily, we borrowed an umbrella from the hotel as we left and that keeps us relatively dry for a considerable period of time.  We search places to eat dinner along the Champs Elysees and seem to be too picky.  On the way back, it is raining even harder and it is getting more difficult to stay dry.  We spot a hole-in-the-wall Irish Pub on a side street and decide on a change of pace.  It is August in France and "everyone" is on holiday, including the Pub chef.  Nevertheless, we are offered a "cheeseburger" and Irish beer, of course, which we decide would be great.


Another 22K+ step day on the FitBit.

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