Well, I got so nostalgic reading about their exciting time and I started to get homesick for just one more stay in that amazing city. Say, an extended stay of maybe a year...
Oh, if I had better stamina and a purse with more money I'd find me a cute, but cozy, little apartment near Notre Dame. One in a old building, where the windows open wide and would let the sounds and smells of the street waft up to my senses.
(Pinterest photo very similiar to view out our hotel window)
I'd go out to the nearest patisserie and buy flaky crouisants wrapped in paper. I'd find me a sidewalk cafe and I'd order tea and have it with my pastry.
(Photo from Pinterest of a sidewalk cafe)
On cloudy days I'd open the windows and toss dried-out bagette crumbs to the pigeons that are walking on the roof below my window.
I'd take the Metro to The Eiffel Tower.
(my personal photo of me under the Eiffel Tower)
(My personal photo of me and dau. Susan on the first level of Eiffel Tower)
No, not to ride the lift to the top ( I got to the first level once but was scared out my of pants to go higher) but I'd climb on the nearby carousel and go round and round to the tinny music.
(photo from Pinterest .. my camera battery had gone dead so I didnt get a shot of this)
And, I'd pull a sandwich out of a bag and eat while I sat on the banks of the Seine and watch the bateaus steaming up and down the river loaded with tourists. And, I could say I was not a tourist... I lived there.
(my personal photo of a bateau on the Seine River)
I'd go to the Muse de Orsay and look at all the nude paintings and Degas' lovely ballerinas and I'd look through the huge clock and see the Louve in the distance.
(photo from Pinterest of the large clock with the Louvre in backgound)
I'd stroll the streets, listen to the musicans that wander up and down hoping for a coin or two and I'd buy roasted pistastio nuts, crack them open and gobble them down.
(photo from Pinterest)
I'd windowshop and be amazed at all the wonderous things that are for sale, things like nothing we have here in the U. S. and I'd stop at the flower stalls outside Hotel la Lousianne and buy beautiful, sweet smelling flowers. Once a week, at least.
(my personal photo of flowers outside Hotel la Louisanne)
I'd go to the huge flea market on the north side of town and eat at the little cafe (after being completely exhausted looking at antiques and junk) and buying nothing. And, I'd be cautious of the gypsies that wander among the diners, with their colorful dresses swishing this way and that.
Then I'd go back to my little apartment, I'd sink down in a chair piled high with soft down pillows, and I'd think how lucky I am.
That is what I would do.... if I were younger and had more money.