After our trip to the Louvre, we walked towards Champs-Elysees. I was in awe of the fact that I was walking in a place that I had read of so many times since I was a child! #dreamsdocometruemoment
It was a crisp summer day, cool enough so that we could take long walks without sweating, but not so cold that we had to wear leggings or even coats. It was fast approaching Autumn. I could tell from the changing colours on the leaves of the trees.
We discovered that the vents on the ground blew gusts of winds that gave us an up skirt situation, so of course we had to make like Marilyn Monroe.
We looked for a restaurant where we could have lunch, but we couldn’t find any that was satisfactory until we spotted Le Deauville. They had all of the French food that we wanted to try – French onion soup, escargot, foie gras, and crepes. So we ordered all of them plus a spaghetti.
The food was delicious. The French onion soup was nothing like those I had tasted before and the escargot had an interesting taste, but I have to say I prefer pan-fried foie gras to the way this one was cooked. Miam miam!
Then of course, I had to order coffee and do what all the articles say I should do when in Paris: sip cappuccino while people-watching. The coffee was exquisite, and so was the view. How I wish I could have another cup right now!
After a satisfying meal, we carried on walking down Champs-Elysees. I’m really amazed at those beautifully trimmed hedges!
We found expensive cars which you could rent by the hour. We didn’t rent them, of course. A picture will do.
Then we came across Cafe Fouquet’s, which our tour guide had pointed out the previous day. He said it was a very expensive cafe and that it was rumoured that one order of caviar would cost you over 500 euros here. We are not that rich, so once again, photos will have to do.
Then finally, at the end of the long walk, we found the pièce de résistance: the Arc de Triomphe.
It was so hauntingly majestic up close.
We walked towards a little island in the middle of the road just so we could take a picture with it. I remember thinking, God, I hope we don’t die because of this. But it wasn’t really a dangerous death-defying feat, though. A lot of people were doing it as well and we were just following their lead. When in Paris, do what Paris tourists do?
We sat down on one of the benches on the sidewalk to admire the view and rest for a bit, but then we had to hit the ground walking again so we could do a Seine river cruise, up next.
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