Those see-as-many-museums-as you-can-possibly-fit-into-2-days passes seem like a good deal at first glance. They are tempting, costing the equivalent of generally 2.5 to 3 entrance fees. I could easily see 3 museums in a couple of days, right? Wrong.
After Paris it was Luxembourg. Why? Because I am mosying my way to Aachen. Why Aachen? Not because of Charlemang, not to see any particular building, nothing to do with an historical event.
I am on the train, speeding my way to Luxembourg. My stay in Paris is over, at least the physical aspect is. The essence of Paris is likely to linger, coating, colouring the tangents of my thoughts for the next little while. ‘Did you like Paris?’ It’s complicated …
Paris is full. There is not a square centimetre left empty. My eyes keep pulling in the details, packing sights, sounds, smells, impressions, random reactions into every crevice of my brain. And so, now my head is full.
I found that glass of wine. While getting a little bit lost and slightly turned around on my walk back to the apartment I passed by countless little bars, restaurants, cafes between the Louvre and Le Marais. Some were cute, some were edgy, some somber, some full of life, but none drew me in.
