Paris Day 2

Starting our day at the same cafe we enjoyed cafe & crema once again, this time paired with omlets and croissants. 

I'll spare the details of trying to get a train route to Prague. To sum it up:
 -We'll just say there was an hour wait in line. 
-While waiting for someone who spoke English we were accused of cutting in line. 
-It took 20 minutes to find a journey that didn't cost 300 euros. 
-And a very 'french' lady helping us, 
(French= polite while being rude) was actually no help at all.

On to the sight seeing again!

What is there to even say about the lourve? It's phenominal. Larger than all of Balboa Park put together- by far! 

Choosing to be total tourists we got the interactive tour and meandered through the scluptures and Italian art. Before I even knew it I was staring straight at the most famous piece of art in the history of the world.
I'd love to say it captured my full and complete attention, and made my heart flutter... But it didn't. Don't get me wrong, there's another check off the bucket list... It is beautiful, she is beautiful. I think the hype just killed it. There are so many prints that the real thing has lost some of it's glory. Still overall an amazing experience.    

We came, we saw, we conquered. Cutting our visit a bit short, to avoid overload- we got back on the metro. We must have gone through at least twenty of those darn tickets!

Deciding to have our first 'real' dinner in Paris we stopped at a resturant near our hotel. Who goes to a steak place in France...? We do! Sean had duck which was supurb (I've been instructed to learn how to make it once we get home) and I had a 'medium' steak- it looked practically rare... Just another small difference in cultures and cuisine. Both meals were served with fried potato discs. Interesting. All served to us by our French waiter of Asian descent. Nice meal- were spoiled with steak in America though.  

Whoever says the best gelatto is in Italy has obviously not tasted the gelatto of the Gods we experienced at a local chocolate shop. Pure, unadulterated indulgence. 

With a 7am train we called it an early night... I think we were actually asleep by 8pm. Goodnight!