Next day: Went back to Catacombs. Sign on the door said closed for French holiday. Guess I won't be seeing those. Went to the Pantheon, where all these famous French people are buried including Victor Hugo, Marie and Pierre Curie (she was Polish but we'll let it slide) Marat, Descartes, Voltaire (oh how I hate you, Voltaire!) and lots of other people. Marie Curie was my favorite though. From there I walked to Notre Dame, where I stood in line for a couple hours with a couple from New Jersey so I could go to the top. Got some cool pictures of the Gargoyles- perhaps a few too many. I could do a whole album of gargoyles. I just find them fascinating. Camera died. Walked around trying to find power adapter to charge my camera, also tried to find La Sorbonne so I could guy a hoodie that would make people think I went there as a student and not a tourist. Settled for a Universite de Paris hoodie because it was cheaper and not pink. Went to la Conciergerie, where Marie Antionette and many other famous prisoners were kept before they met la Guillotine. They have a lovely chapel where Marie Antionette's cell was. After that- La Tour Eiffel and a river cruise, where I was too busy eating an ice cream cone to take many pictures. It was a really good ice cream cone, but I did have to wash my hoodie and jeans after I was done with it since I'm a bit of a messy eater. Called it a night after my river cruise, as it was getting dark and cold and I was covered in chocolate ice cream.Day three started out with L'Arc de Triomphe done very quickly, and then on to La Musee D'Orsay, which is not as big as the Louvre, but just as cool. It's got a bunch of Monets, Renoirs, Van Goghs, and tons of modern art. The building itself is also amazing, I can't remember what it was before it was a museum, but I learned all about it on the river cruise in French, English and then German. So I should have remembered it, but I didn't. Anyhoo, it was amazing and beautiful and just...yeah. After that I dashed over to the Hotel D'Invalids, where they housed veterans of the Napoleonic wars after they got blown to bits. Napolean's tomb is also there, which was cool. Then realizing that my train left in 3 hours, I headed back to Montmarte, where the Moulin Rouge is. Except I went to a museum and a church instead of a brothel. I went to la Musee de Montmarte, which had alot to say about windmills and of course, the Moulin Rouge. Then I headed over to la Sacre Ceour (which I can never spell right) but you can't take pictures in there. It must have been a Catholic holiday on Friday, because they were having a full service with a full choir and a couple hundred tourists walking around the whole thing. Beautiful church. Truly breathtaking.
Dashed back to the hotel, grabbed my bag, and then ran to the train station and was in Cambridge by dinner time with Alex and Marylyn. Life is good.