We got up early today with lots of plans--visit the daily marketplace that’s been operating for hundreds of years, search out some artisan workshops, do some museums. We found the marketplace...closed on Monday. We found the workshops...closed on Monday. The museums...closed on Monday. So we strolled among the neighborhoods, through little urban parks (including one above the city on a former elevated train route) and along the Seine. On a bridge over the Seine we heard an accordionist playing the kind of song that would be used in a movie soundtrack to say, “We are now in Paris.” Yes, this is so trite, I love it.
Kristen and Mike had better luck. They climbed to the top of the Arc de Triomphe for a great view and saw the Moulin Rouge and surrounding area, which was even sleazier than we had warned them it would be.