Day 4 started, as is becoming a pattern, with food. I went to a cute patisserie called Maison Christian Faure and got their “Lunch Royal” which included a coffee or tea, the plat du jour, and a pastry. It was delicious, although a few of my table neighbours went for the salmon and I kind of want to go back to try it because it looked amazing.
I think we all know by now that I kind of love art museums. I lost count of how many I went to in Paris and my friend practically had to drag me out of one in Chester when, after two hours, I’d only seen the first two of five floors.
I woke up at 6am on a Sunday morning. I think the woman I was sharing the hostel room with was pissed off at me, but from what I could tell, she had somewhere to be pretty early, too. Still, I completely understand not wanting to wake up to the sound of someone else’s alarm clock.
Sarah and I decided we’d take the morning off, since walking non-stop for the past three days has left us (mostly the feet part) feeling a little tired. We decided that, but only Sarah really took a break.