They were highly indecisive about where to go their first morning, but after seeing the hour long wait at the Musee (can't find the num lock, pardon my not using any accents) de l'Orangerie finally settled on going to the Musee de l'Armee (basically a huge museum that covers all wars in French history).
They then walked in the rain over to Les Invalides, or Napoleon's tomb, which, for such a short person, is huge-seven caskets huge (compare the height of the people in the background to the height of the casket).
They then happened upon the Centre Pompidou, the national modern art museum. Some pieces were a little sketch (video of naked lady swinging barbed wire hoola hoop around her waist, anyone?), BUT, there was some sweet art in that place. Also, the building looks like it's inside out.
And after having their fill of modern art (approximately 20 minutes worth), they were indecisive some more about which crepe stand to eat at, finally deciding to return to the little creperie near the hotel a short metro ride away.
And the next day they woke up early and went to Versailles and took a million photos that the author of this story does not feel like sorting through right now to do that place justice. Also, she feels like killing her siblings, because they are so obnoxious. And she woke up early. And is therefore rather cranky.
But here's a sneak preview of that ode to Louis XIV's opulence:
That would be Jeff, posing like the liberal hippie he is with his Amnesty International bracelet (sick sick sick) in Marie Antoinette's petit hameau (the peasant village she built for herself so she could escape the harsh reality* of being queen of France and play pretend).
*you know, playing cards with people waiting on you hand and foot, dancing, eating the best food in France, man it sucked.
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