We got through the turnstiles and realized we had about 20 minutes until the next train which meant we had time to get a bite to eat (a sandwich) and grab some water (I was definitely still dehydrated.)
|Metro Stand Macaroons!|
|The palace in the background.|
|The palace, closer but still, in the background.|
|The gates between the courtyard and the palace.|
Wouldn't you know it we had a Rick Steve's audio tour to cover this awe inspiring place in history. We were a little thrown off course in the beginning because there were so many people around the entry, but once we got into the palace and started going from room to room, things were a little smoother and the tour was pretty accurate. (Audio tour after audio tour, Rick will remind you of the fact that some things may have moved and some things have changed/moved). One of the things that seemed most interesting to me was that you go through the room where Marie Antoinette was holed up and hiding out, trying to wait out fate and then you walk into the next room and like a shrine to Napoleon with a copy of the painting of coronation that we had seen the day before in the Louvre.
|Justin in the Hall of Mirrors.|
|The coronation photo. Napoleon's throne sitting in front.|
After we went through the interior we went to quickly explore the grounds. Justin had read about the fact that at 11 a.m. they were going to have all the fountains going and music playing in the background. We paid the 8 euros for him and I whipped out my UT student ID and got a 2 euro discount.
|In front of one of the fountains with the palace in the background.|
|Immense. Huge. Giant.|
|The fountains going full blast.|
|Awe struck by the it all.|
|Us blocking a gorgeous view.|
|The gorgeous view.|
|Fun hipstamatic picture of the gardens.|
Back in the city we went to Musée Marmottan Monet. There was not a lot of Monet there and we left hungry. For both more Monet and lunch. We knew we could take care of one of those appetites.
Once done with the museum, I led us into the part of the trip Justin would much rather forget.
We went to look for a restaurant in the St. Germain area that someone recommended to me and we had marked on the map and everything. We just marked it in the wrong place. Like 1 hour worth of wandering around hungry and tired in the city wrong place. We found a cafe (duh!) and ate croque madames. Yum. They helped to heal the wounds.
|The Cafe in St. Germain.|
|It's a croque monsieur with an egg on top. Who doesn't love that?!|
Justin almost left me. Like our relationship. At the end of the line. Because who would take someone they love to this place.
So I said, ok, my friend told me about this place with cool performance artists. I struck out again.
Basically I was benched.
Justin became the leader and we went back to the St. Germain area to find a beer place that Justin had read good things about. The people lied. So we went across the street to another place- La Pinte. We tipped them when we left and they rang a bell. We think it meant- "Look at the stupid Americans who tipped us."
|Beers at the place that sucked, but my first (and definitely not my last) Monaco.|
|The beautiful menu.|
|Those kids hanging out on the river in Paris drinking beer on a beautiful night have rough lives.|
|Some nice Parisian took our picture.|
|An unobstructed view of Notre Dame.|
|See- a high note! Those smiles mean business.|
We agreed to sleep in the next day and get totally refreshed so that we could reboot me, the metro navigator, and start anew the next day.