Woke up to a rainy morning. Decided to take my chances on the Edward Hopper exhibition at the Grand Palais despite not being able to get advance tickets online, maybe there will be a chance I could get in. No. Dice. Three hour wait in the stand-by line.
Instead I hopped on the metro to grab some breakfast at a cafe near the Trocadero. Enjoyed a croque monsieur and orange juice with a view of the Tour Eiffel. Was about to light up a small cigar that I received as a Christmas gift from my director and editor when the server said that they were not allowed on the patio. Harumph.
Took the metro to Le Marais to visit the Musée Cognacq-Jay, a free museum housing the personal collection of Ernest Cognacq, founder of the Samaritaine department stores (now closed). I had never been there. I found it quite empty, apart from an older American couple. I was glad to get out of the rain.
From there, I crossed the Seine and Île Saint-Louis, walked past Notre Dame and made my way back to the hotel. Re-dressed (I had been walking in the rain for over thirty minutes without an umbrella) and went down to the lounge to have some hot tea.
The rain stopped, so I decided to go for another walk along St. André des Arts to pick up some postcards and browse the stores. I had a delicious falafel dinner at Moaz Falafel. I don’t remember much else except that I walked the whole neighborhood of St. Michel and Saint Germain for at least an hour, popping in and out of stores, stopping to admire the buildings. The whole week went by so fast, and I desperately wished I was on a plane to someplace new and not home.
Went back to the hotel and packed most of my things while watching another movie on the ipad. I didn’t want to go. Decided to use my Louis as a carry-on and packed it with the essentials but not to the brim as I had imagined that I might pick up some duty free things at the airport if time permits.
I did not sleep well again.
Tomorrow: The return home.