Mmhmm...day 8 comin' attcha.

Thursday May 28, 2009
Prof A and I just took a walk through the rest of the Marais and found the Absinthe shop, thank god.  I don't think I'll be able to afford K's glasses...maybe a picture of them...I've still not yet decided if I'm going to get chocolate here or in London.  So happy about that Durrell book!  The stories are fabulous!  It's a compilation of stories that didn't make it into his other books.  Oh the more I wear my perfume, the better I like it.  V. complex and subtle!
    Oh, it was a long day.  First we FINALLY shook G.*  We didn't know the name of our new hotel, so we couldn't tell him.  Next we went to the Musee d'Orsay for our assignment and it was amazing!  Impressionists and pre-impressionists and huge eye level galaries of sculpture that just cried out to be touched, but of course I did not.
   Next I went by Roger la Grenouille** and it wasn't open yet and so I went on to the stamp market and it's a good thing I did because of two things. 1.It was just closing up!  4 hours early!  and 2.I found a letter from the 1800s-sealing wax and everything!
   Then I looked for Stern Graveur-almost 200 years in the same building, one that was practically built around them and they pick this year to move!
    I then went to the museum of eroticism and, well...I was a bit disappointed...although it was a TON of erotic art and...stuff...in the same place.
    I decided to skip the other stationers and come back to la Grenouille.  The frog legs are VERY good as long as you keep your mind off what exactly you are eating.
    Oh, and on the way to the new hotel, my wine bottle EXPLODED in my bag!  The whole bottle drained and shards and crumbs of glass EVERYWHERE!  Two of my books, both remaining copies of NVG, my converters, my hairbrush...all covered in what was a really nice bottle of wine and tiny glass pieces. 
   So now my feet are simply killing me and I'm feeling just a tiny bit homesick.  Husband's sense of humor would have been just perfect for the wine incident.  And I got my skirt caught in an escalator and it tore a piece off.

*a man left over from a different school group who attached to us like a limpet. 
**Paris' most famous frog legs restaurant.