Tuesday morning began hungrier than the one before. Our local AM hangout offered a fantastic breakfast menu, where you can pick your hot drink of choice, eggs anyway you'd like, a pastry or bread (with homemade jam), and a fresh-squeezed orange juice.
We took our seats in the sun and again dined with the locals. The scrambled eggs were the best Tyler and I have ever eaten. The French and their eggs. I miss this breakfast already.
We headed first to the Louvre, getting in our fast track line, thanks to our museum pass, but after a while the line stopped moving and everyone inside was evacuated (still not sure why). We cut our losses, made a plan to come back later in the trip, and instead went to the Musée d'Orsay, just across the Seine.
We stopped for another coffee on the go first.
Neither of us had ever been to the Musée d'Orsay, and it quickly became our favorite. Formerly a train station, the massive structure is bright, open, and laid out meticulously.
Don't forget to look up...
...but also don't forget to look down.
The art isn't half bad either. Here are some of my favorites.
From the top floor where the Impressionist art is displayed, the massive clocks give you a stunning look at the city outside.
A couple of hours later, once out of the museum, the sky had cleared and we were hungry.
We made our way to Le Marais, an absolutely charming neighborhood spilling into both the 3rd and 4th arrondissements.
I'd read about a great falafel joint called L'As du Fallafel. It was packed, always a good sign. We ate a late lunch/early dinner which kept us satisified for the rest of the day.
We explored the area for much of the late afternoon.
The evening brought much of the same: snacking on cheese on our terrace, taking in the views, and putting our feet up.
We went to bed early that night, knowing that we needed an early start the next morning for our day trip to Versailles.