After bidding bon voyage to Didier who was headed off on his own vacance, Foo and Bobbers did what they do best: hit the streets, looking for adventure. Today would find them roaming the entire length of Paris.
Starting with a window shop walk up Rue de Rivoli, they found all sorts of purchasable shirts to match Bob's recent tie acquisitions. Their morning goal was to hit the insanely crowded Bastille Market which, in addition to selling every sort of fish, meat, vegetable, and cheese to be found in France, was also a general flea market filled with assorted flotsam and jetsam. Foo was a tad spooked by some of the charcuterie stands which were too close in resemblance to her own kind. So Bob diverted her attention with a fun juggler who balanced a jar filled with water and goldfish on his head.
Then they headed for parts never seen before—La Defense. They grabbed the Metro #1 and rode it to the end of the line. There they enjoyed the ‘other’ famous arch in Paris—Arche de la Defense, the Arc de Triomphe's modern day counterpart mirrored many miles away down the Champs. La Defense is predominantly modern skyscrapers but there is no shortage of fantastic parks and public art.
Take the Metro back to town you say? HA! Bobbers could see the Arc (albeit, a speck on the horizon) and quickly calculated it as a doable walk. Foo knew it was going to be one of those days (then again, weren't they all...?). Not being in Paris proper any more, they had to pass through Neuilly sur Seine before reaching the Porte de Maillot to reenter the city. And what a trudge it was! And because it was Sunday, food options were quite slim...so our heroes (quite famished by now) had to slog all the way to the Champs before food options presented themselves.
Given our duo were sufficiently watered and fed, a plan to see the Eiffel Tour at sunset was hatched. But first they strolled over to Pont Alma and enjoyed the huge outdoor photo exposition at the Quai Branly next to the river. Of note, the French have a huge sense of mixing the ancient with the modern; liberally sprinkling art everywhere in the city. Walk down the street and up pops a 15th century sculpture and hey, is that a giant thumb?
So they whiled away the sunset at the Trocedero fending off souvenir hawkers and watched the kids go round and round on the carousel. As the night came on, so did the lights of the Eiffel Tower. And while the view looked warm and inviting, it was actually quite cold, so they scampered back to their billet by the Louvre by way of the Metro.
Starting with a window shop walk up Rue de Rivoli, they found all sorts of purchasable shirts to match Bob's recent tie acquisitions. Their morning goal was to hit the insanely crowded Bastille Market which, in addition to selling every sort of fish, meat, vegetable, and cheese to be found in France, was also a general flea market filled with assorted flotsam and jetsam. Foo was a tad spooked by some of the charcuterie stands which were too close in resemblance to her own kind. So Bob diverted her attention with a fun juggler who balanced a jar filled with water and goldfish on his head.
Then they headed for parts never seen before—La Defense. They grabbed the Metro #1 and rode it to the end of the line. There they enjoyed the ‘other’ famous arch in Paris—Arche de la Defense, the Arc de Triomphe's modern day counterpart mirrored many miles away down the Champs. La Defense is predominantly modern skyscrapers but there is no shortage of fantastic parks and public art.Take the Metro back to town you say? HA! Bobbers could see the Arc (albeit, a speck on the horizon) and quickly calculated it as a doable walk. Foo knew it was going to be one of those days (then again, weren't they all...?). Not being in Paris proper any more, they had to pass through Neuilly sur Seine before reaching the Porte de Maillot to reenter the city. And what a trudge it was! And because it was Sunday, food options were quite slim...so our heroes (quite famished by now) had to slog all the way to the Champs before food options presented themselves.
A slice of pizza was enjoyed at an outside cafe, the solitude of the repast fractured only by a wheezing, twitching, slow to settle homeless guy who decided that sitting at the table next to Bob was just the place he wanted to be.
Given our duo were sufficiently watered and fed, a plan to see the Eiffel Tour at sunset was hatched. But first they strolled over to Pont Alma and enjoyed the huge outdoor photo exposition at the Quai Branly next to the river. Of note, the French have a huge sense of mixing the ancient with the modern; liberally sprinkling art everywhere in the city. Walk down the street and up pops a 15th century sculpture and hey, is that a giant thumb?
So they whiled away the sunset at the Trocedero fending off souvenir hawkers and watched the kids go round and round on the carousel. As the night came on, so did the lights of the Eiffel Tower. And while the view looked warm and inviting, it was actually quite cold, so they scampered back to their billet by the Louvre by way of the Metro. 
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Someone should cite Bobbers for cruelty to animals for force marching that Foo everywhere
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