#8. Paris, part 2.
Day 3. 5th of March. We tried to sleep, but woken up at 8 in the morning. After breakfast we’ve decided to get on the tourist bus in order to see all Parisian sights. Well, I’ve never thought that it could be so cold. For sure, we’ve got to second floor of the bus to have time to photograph, but I could hardly feel fingers. At place de la Concorde finally I haven't sustained and, on the Rivoli street we have accidentally found the remarkable French restaurant hidden in its corner - hot tea, snails, an omelette "with all" and after getting warmer again we were full of strength for new undertakings. Have done some shopping. Also we have decided to find G.Pompidu's center. I immediately disliked this idea because we had no idea of its placement and, moreover, going at random in Paris is impossible, even with the help of the map something is difficult to find in this city. Everything is in a mess. In this center we have got in the long queue and surprisingly, when we’ve entered there - strange people in sportswear were dancing as if they were under some shit and strange music was playing. They really looked direct as any kind of sect! After all, it was the modern art center!
Then we have again expressed our love to Paris by having a tasty supper (and the Russian waiter as well).
By the way, we hardly have found this Pompidou's foolish center, and on the way to night Tour d'Eiffel we still got into little shops and after that decided to get to the tower with a breeze by the subway. I agree with those who say that it is absolutely unclear - indeed.
Tour d'Eiffel is especially beautiful in the evening, not for a long we have loafed in a queue, observing Germans, afraid of terror at the top of the Tower, the girl in a fur coat, with a hat, but in and short shorts and her boyfriend with 3 glasses of beer for two. Oh, Paris is cute for its strangeness.
Without any effort, we have caught a taxi from a tower, with a breeze got to the hotel, listening to Carla Bruni and talking to the taxi driver about his Russian wife. And again we have hardly crawled to a bed. And tomorrow plans are even more grandiose...
Then we have again expressed our love to Paris by having a tasty supper (and the Russian waiter as well).
By the way, we hardly have found this Pompidou's foolish center, and on the way to night Tour d'Eiffel we still got into little shops and after that decided to get to the tower with a breeze by the subway. I agree with those who say that it is absolutely unclear - indeed.
Tour d'Eiffel is especially beautiful in the evening, not for a long we have loafed in a queue, observing Germans, afraid of terror at the top of the Tower, the girl in a fur coat, with a hat, but in and short shorts and her boyfriend with 3 glasses of beer for two. Oh, Paris is cute for its strangeness.
Without any effort, we have caught a taxi from a tower, with a breeze got to the hotel, listening to Carla Bruni and talking to the taxi driver about his Russian wife. And again we have hardly crawled to a bed. And tomorrow plans are even more grandiose...
