Even magical vacations in Paris have to come to an end. I can’t really fathom every being happy or really ready to leave Paris, but I did feel that I was somewhat freer to leave for the following reasons.
- Mouffetarte (home of The Quiche Lady) has closed up until September for vacation. Let us once again pause to appreciate that you can shut down your restaurant for 6 weeks every summer to relax. Vive la France.
- I was finally able to see Sainte Chapelle without the scaffolding and renovation that has been there every other time I have tried. It is one of the few times when I feel it is really worth it to spend money just to see one room. Because that room looks like this:
- I saw one lap of the final portion of the Tour de France, which feels like an impressive way to end. (Ok, confession: The only real reason I saw it was because we were on a several hour search to find a grocery store that was open on a Sunday, finally ending up on the Champs Elysées where Monoprix was open. So we celebrated shopping success by catching the end of the biggest bike race on earth.)
- In 2007 when I studied abroad, I started a sketchbook. It came back with me in 2009-10, and has also been dragged to art museums all across the world in the meantime. I wanted to finish it in Paris, where it all began. This meant lots of museum time in my last couple of days, but I finished it, mostly by embracing fast sketches done with a stick of charcoal. These are a couple of the results.
- Late the night before I left I still had some Euros to spend. Not enough to make it worth exchanging and so I decided to fulfill a Very Superficial Life Goal (everyone should have those on hand): buy Ladurée macarons that come in one of the swanky fancy boxes. Accomplished. And devoured.