Fezzik In Paris

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

In a continuation of what appears to be a months-long trend, our plans last Saturday went awry when we found out that le musée du parfum Fragonard and le grand musée du parfum are not, in fact, the same thing, and that entering musée du parfum into ones phone is entirely insufficient.

In absolute terms, it was not as if the grand musée was too far away, but we had other plans that required us to be in the general vicinity of Opéra. Having decided “eh, what the hell,” we decided that we would go back to opéra Garnier, as we knew there was an unknown exhibit (we’d seen the posters, but could not remember the name) of potential interest. Most important, however, was the fact that the opéra was right there.

The rain that made us alter our first plan for the day (which was supposed to be a visit to Fontainebleau) broke (though, per the weather, it still poured down there, so it was ultimately a legitimate decision), which allowed me to take better pictures than the last time we were there. As for the temporary exhibit, it did indeed prove to be of interest; it was a fiarly rigorous history of Paris’ initial apathy towards and subsequent posthumous embrace of Mozart’s operas.

It was not, then, a terrible way to spend a day.

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