My name is Daniel and I am currently 2(August 6,2007) years old. I live in Northern California in a wonderful old 2 story English Tudor Revival home with my 2 Dads, Dan, who I call Papa and am named after and Julio who I call Daddy. I have a great pet name Cocco who is a red hair Chow Chow that I love. I also have several stuffed animal companions, however, 2 that I always love to take with me on outside adventures. George, the monkey and Sheep. I hope you will join me during my travels and journey through life
Chapter 4-The Little American Goes Underground
Today rain is predicted so I am geared up and ready. I'm not gonna let a little water keep me from exploring the town. I'm really excited about going underground to take the city's metropolitan transportation system to the Musee D'Orsay. However, the first thing on our list of things to do is an antiques fair Daddy discovered while jogging through the Parc Du Champs De Mars.
The admission fee was 10 euros and I thought we could use that money riding a carousel, but Papa and Daddy were very excited about this exhibition so I cooperated. Unfortunately, my excitement and eagerness to stroll the exhibits on my own made both my parents and the exhibit owners very nervous. After only 30 minutes inside, Papa thought we had seen enough. Daddy was a little disappointed he did not get a chance to explore longer, but chalked it up to part of the "family" experience.
This is the enormous tent where the Antiques fair was held. It is directly west of the Eiffel tower across the park.
Hey Daddy! Put the camera away and help me down the subway stairs...NOW.
Hmmm...currently, we are in the 7TH Arrondissomont at the Ecole Militaire station, the closest Metro station to the Eiffel Tower, and we want to go to the Musee D'Orsay...
Maybe these buttons will get an attendant's attention so she can save Papa some time in figuring out which train to take. We've already been standing here for 15 minutes and Daddy is starting to out whine me...poor Papa.
Well, if you're familiar with the Paris transporation system, you'll notice I ended up on the RER. Why? Papa decided it was an easier way to get to the museum. So, we exited the metro station and walked to the RER a few blocks away. I like the RER because it has 2 levels and looks and feels like a real train.
We finally made it to the Musee D'Orsay. My parents think its a cool museum. It is a former train station full of important works of art.
This is a close up of the decorative molding that my Daddy kept photographing.
Daddy was in love with the clock. He would wear it on his neck if it came with a chain.
oh mon dieu quelle belle pièce de travail par Edgar Degas!
I'd recognize an Albert Sisley anywhere. tres fabu!
This looks like a painting Daddy bought but only this one has real oil paint.
This was absolutely my favorite. Under this see through floor is a three dimensional model of the Royal Opera house and it environs.
Here is a side view of the interior the Royal Opera. This was pretty neat too, but I really liked running across the see through the most.
What do I want? We just traipsed home, in the rain, from the museum and I am hungry and can't read this darn French Menu. Where are the pictures? I cannot wait to jump into my warm French bed. Au revoir for now.