les philosophes

Paris continues to enchant.

we spent five hours strolling through the Louvre yesterday (and of course, barely scratched the surface) and then continued to walk through the Jardin Tuileries then all the way up the Champs Elysees (with a side-street stop for an amazing capuccino) and then went a step further and climbed l'arc de triomph where we watched the sunset over La Defence and took photos of cars zooming around the world's most insane roundabout. Basically we walked from 9:30am until 6:30pm. whew!

I keep telling Dean that living in the UK has been the best possible training for Paris—my feet don't get tired any more.

Today we strolled through the left bank: Jardin de Luxembourg, the 'Mouff, the Pantheon (Foucault's Pendulum!), the Jardin des Plantes, circled La Sorbonne and spent a good chunk of time perusing the books at Shakespeare & co before browsing the goods on St.Germain.

Hunger drew us back to the Marais and into an incredible spot called Les Philosophes. Wine, the catch of the day and creme brulee were accompanied by unexpected conversation by a young American who joined us. A gay, trust-fund, UCLA student, named Peter. His dad's an art dealer with a flat in the neighbourhood and he eats at Les Philosphes three times a week (considering our bill hit nearly $100, that is no small expense). We chatted film and theology but he always seemed to be on the verge of a panic attack so we may not follow up on his offer to join us at the Catacombs tomorrow.

Two days remain. I love this place.