When fatigue comes to a head...

Why did we think today would be a good day to go to another museum?

I have no idea.

But we did. We went.

And we made it about 45 minute, of which 15 were spent in line only to find out they were out of coffee.

This was our trip to the Musee D'Orsay.


And guess what...

No, really guess.

It wasn't the kids who had seen enough.

I mean, it was and it wasn't. They started whining and I just said, "They aren't wrong." Admittedly, I had seen enough of the classical, of the renaissance, of the naked folks. I was kind of just done with it.

I did want to see some Van Gogh before we left, so we made our way upstairs to the Impressionists. Sadly, I don't think we saw a single Van Gogh.

But, I did get to see Degas and Matisse, which made it worth it.

Degas Petite danseuse de quatorze ans

We headed home from here.

On our walk to find somewhere to eat, we stumbled across this bridge. We thought it was perhaps the original bridge from which Paris had removed the love locks last year. In fact, it was not. The original bridge, Pont de Arts, was the first iron bridge built in Paris, but was suffering structural damage due to the weight of 1 million locks. The city decided to remove them in 2015. It seems people have taken up the tradition on other bridges in the city though.

We walked around looking for somewhere to eat lunch, but felt overwhelmed by choices and our own inability to read French well enough to see if there was anything I could eat (vegetarian) and anything Caden would eat (pickiest eater ever). So, we stopped off in Montmartre for take home lunch (pizza, so French of us) and took a three hour nap (the adults, not the kids).

We have been going, going, going for so many days, that it was a necessary rest day before heading to Strasbourg tomorrow. When we woke up, we made the kids some pasta and sent them to bed.

Travel is exhausting...