Jack met us at the Catacombes but it took us about 10 minutes to find the end of the line. We've all gotten really into signs this trip, and deemed this one. The world wanted us to do something else.
We boarded the metro toward Le Centre Georges Pompidou, a modern art museum with an interesting design. All of the duct-work is on the outside of the building. We looked around and saw a few street performers but decided against spending the 12 euro entrance fee. Instead, we took to the streets of the Morais and did some shopping in fun vintage stores.
As we walked, every couple feet had something new to see. We stopped in several churches, including the first domed church in all of Europe. On a back alley, we stopped in another church that housed some modern art and we found an artist hard at work.
We continued to amble around the city, literally traversing an entire section by foot. We walked through a royal family's "hotel," which was basically used as a city residence in lieu of the country palace.
Then began the desperate search for falafel. Jack has a favorite falafel place in the Jewish Quarter of the city which we found after about an hour of walking, but it was definitely worth it. The pita was huge, filled with beets, tomatotes, cucumbers, tons of fresh falafel, hummus, eggplant, topped with more of everything and then delicious tahini and a tomato paste. The man out side serenaded the street with a song that consisted of only the word falafel over and over again. It was glorious.
The perfect end to the day were the chocolate and pear tarts that Caitlin and Galen enjoyed before the long bus ride to Paris-Beauvais.
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