Fezzik In Paris

Two Americans, three cats, and too many places named "de Gaulle"

Monday’s failure began on Friday evening.

While we had originally planned an expedition to the Musée des arts forains, I found, while double-checking the website, that while the museum normally had a reservation-free, just-show-up period between Christmas and the new year (throughout most of the year, it’s Monday or Tuesday only, reservations required, subject to sufficient interest…), and while the site had said, a mere week before, that no reservations were required, suddenly, “due to the security situation,” one had to book tickets for specific time slots online.

Needless to say, all of the tickets were sold out.

As we’ve been meaning to go back to Musée d’Orsay, our plan was to head there, wander around for a while, jump up to Île de la cité to buy cat food, head to an umbrella store in which the Purrito had taken an interest, and head back. This modified plan promptly fell apart as we reached Orsay and realized that a) we’re stupid (or at least forgetful) because b) it’s Monday and c) Orsay is among the museums closed on Mondays.

The newly-modified plan for Monday now revolved entirely around Île de la cité; we’d hit Saint-Chappelle, duck into Nôtre-dame de Paris, buy cat food (BHV is just across the river), and pop into an umbrella store. Oh, and grab something to eat at the Purrito’s favorite café in the area.

The abbreviated version proceeds like this:

  • The line at Saint-Chappelle was of a length we’d never seen (as we avoid the area during high tourist season, they probably get longer, but that’s not of any particular relevance), so we ducked into the conciergie, which had no line.
  • Unfortunately, it has no line for a reason; I’m willing to give lower-tier, less-sexy places a look as there’s usually something redemptive to be found (see: Musée des égouts, Château de Vincennes, all of Provins). The conciergie… well, there’s some pretty damn nice vaulting to be seen.
  • Post-lovely-vaulting (seriously, though; it’s pretty great. Oh, and there’s a piece of a marble dinner table from the 14th century), the Purrito said that we were at the now-or-never point for Notre-dame de Paris. I balked at the length of the line, but she was correct; it did indeed move quickly, and within ten minutes we were staring at what I’m fairly sure is the most yawn-worthy cathedral interior I’ve seen (go to Sulpice or Saint-Germain-des-Prés).
  • At this point, we’re hungry and underwhelmed, so we decide to jettison our plan to visit the umbrella store in favor of getting all of this over with.
  • Cat food is thus acquired at BHV, and lunch is had at the Purrito’s café.

At least we bought cat food.

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