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.

Chapter 5-A Visit To The Streets Of Montmartre & Napoleon's Tomb

Bonjour à tous! Sorry for the delayed posting. We were too busy trying to make up for the sick days and left no time or energy at the end of the day to post. I am so happy that George was allowed to join me in today's tour.

We're having breakfast at the Le Royal cafe, pictured above, which is just around the corner from our apartment on the Rue du Grenelle. In fact, we've had several breakfasts here on the mornings Papa didn't feel like cooking.

Here we are on the subway to Montmartre. We will spend the morning exploring the streets of Montmartre followed by an afternoon at the military museum at Invalides and end the day Napoleon's tomb. This will leave us a few blocks from our apartment.

Papa says he read somewhere that the metro art nouveaux structure of this subway entrance is 1 of the only 2 originals that still exists in the entire city of Paris. The strange thing was Daddy kept spotting other similar structures throughout the city and kept asking Papa to explain yet why there seems to be more than 2? Daddy and I became worried about Papa's source for history on Paris.

I know we are not going to climb those stairs.

George was nice enough to pose for this shot in my place in front of the funicular that takes you up to the Sacre Coeur Basilica.

Looking down from the funicular is pretty awesome.

The famous Sacre Coeur Basilica. George is speechless.


Wow, what a view of the city of Pear-wis

Papa, thank you for bringing me up here to see this.




I made Papa and Daddy watch this for 10 minutes with me. It was so fascinating watching the machine dig. I was a little sad they were digging up centuries old stones, but my parents think they will reused the stones which is why they are trying to be a little more careful not to crush them.

This is one of my parents favorite restaurants in the Montmare district. Aside from the wonderful menu, it has live music every night featuring Edith Piaf's classics including their personal favorite, Non je ne regrette rien

The restaurant has an excellent reputation and was even suggested to my parents by the Four Season's Concierge.

I saw apple juice in this truck and asked for some but the driver just laughed and said something to me in French. I took it as a "no".

As we strolled down this street, a delicious smell was coming from the little green store to my left.

I just had to take a look and see what that wonderful smell was all about.

It turned out to be yet another bakery with lots of fresh goodies.

Papa and I went inside to look. I immediately spotted what I wanted.

uh oh..whew, nevermind, false alarm. Daddy was worried by the look on my face that I was due for a diaper change.

It was a delicious cookie filled with a chocolate hazelnut spread calledNutella.

It was yummy!

These are some neat postcards Daddy purchased at a nearby souvenir shop that he promised to have framed for my bedroom as another memorabilia to my trip to the Montmartre.

We're back on the underground leaving Montmartre.

I am so ready for my afternoon nap.

Here we are at Napoleon's tomb. Papa's trying to get me to turn around and pose for Daddy but I'm too excited and want to hurry and get inside.

George had my back and stood in for me for Daddy.

wow, he was a very special soldier to the people of France.

From Napoleon's tomb we marched over to the military museum next door.

This was the only room I was impressed with...a room full of miniature toy soldiers.

My parents weren't that impressed with this museum because it was only filled with weaponry, some costumes and paintings. There was no English interpretation literature available to us that afternoon which made it difficult for us to follow the exhibits.

Papa said this man looks like me on the subway earlier today after we came down from Montmartre.

Well, that's it for today's events. Thank you for taking an interest in my adventure and for following me. jusqu'à demain soir bonne!!!