Sex District Theology at the Moulin Rouge: Paris Pt. 2

And we'll get to that in a minute, promise....

I spaced out the posts for a day to give the optimal amount of time for all my readers back home to......sorry, I just got out of a test and I think my creative answer side is flairing up....I got lazy and busy, so I decided to just not do it.

But, I'm here today to give you the rest of the riveting information.

PARIS, DAY 2

We woke up around 9:30, and realized in our fatigue the night before that we weren't actually sleeping on pillows. Still not the worst place I've stayed in my life (see anywhere on the Appalachian Trail). After figuring out the metro station, we ended up wandering to the left bank near a university to catch the famous Breakfast in America, where we were enticed with "American Pancakes" (versus the normal crepe sized pancakes in the rest of France), "Bottomless Cups of Joe" (not actually bottomless if served to you after you're halfway through your food, damn you successful budget saving techniques!), and American music (Half of what came on the radio was the Beatles).

You'll never guess what was on the diner TV

I think it was a bigger thing for Dan and Jason than me, as Ireland strives at points to be American and to live up to that standard (as well as my eating American based meals when I'm cooking your own food here). But it was a nice change.

There were a couple of things we had missed the day before in the Louvre, so we decided to dash back and check those for a couple hours.

Like this bust. I really wanted to see this bust

Dan Brown told me this is where Jesus is buried

We almost got away with it if it weren't for you meddling kids...

The Code of Hammurabi: Basically, you're going to lose a hand

So, that about wrapped up our time at the Louvre. We were trying to go to the Musée d'Orseé (Spelling is definitely wrong) afterwards, so we headed down to that section across the Seine to try to find lunch.

After about a 30 minute walk looking for food less than 10€, we grumpily gave up and sat down to eat at a bistro across the street. By the time we got out of lunch, it was about 4 and the museum was closing at 5:30. We turned the corner and were greeted...

By the longest line to get into the tar...uhh, museum.

After deliberating on staying and waiting and only getting about an hour or so to see the museum or just finding something else, we decided to wait it out. As soon as we joined the que, they opened up another entry and made it super quick to get into the museum.

Because we're students studying at EU universities with visas, we don't have to stand in line in Paris to pay for tickets. We just show our visas and student IDs and get in. This was a slight problem, as Dan didn't actually have his Visa. And Jason was carrying around his Passport, so we luckily managed to convince the door guard to let those two in. I used my Garda card, and breezed right through without a problem.

We weren't actually supposed to take photos inside the museum, but didn't see that until the end of the tour, so I'll just post what I had:

Cue impressionist painting

Hi, dad.

This is ART people.

For a heads up, I'm normally not an art person. I will appreciate it, I will gander at great creations and wonder how they thought it up. But normally, I'm not one to sit and discuss it at length. But something about the impressionist art made me angry at aesthetics. When looking at it from across the room, it was fantastic and showed wonderful perspective. When looking at it from 2 feet away, it looked like something I could've done. Jason and I both agreed that we were going to buy a 20 foot long dining room table and put impressionist pieces on both ends. And alternative nights we're going to sit on opposite sides of the 20 footer.

LIFE PLANS FOLKS

After leaving, we wanted to head up to Sacre-Couer, which is the basilica on top of the hill in Paris. We caught the train up, walked around inside for a bit, then ended up getting dinner in the area. We were getting kinda sleepy based on all of our travels, but the food cheered us up quite a bit. After eating, we ended up right below the basilica when it was lit up, and it looked almost something like this...

Paris by Twilight

We wandered down the hill into the city, to find ourselves surrounded by the sex district...right underneath the basilica. After purchasing some cider, we ended up sitting on a bench next to La Moulin Rouge. And of course the concept of God came up.

So we ended up debating the merits of comparative religion and our surroundings for the next few hours until we got tired. There were no significant conclusions reached, I just thought it was notable that's what we ended up talking about.

And then I made it back to Dublin.

Until my next crazy adventure, keep on rocking world.