I still believe it when you say, its another perfect Parisian Day

Everyone has a sacred day: Muslims called Friday, Jews stole Saturday, Christians took Sunday, so Parisian Museums took Mondays off. Which must be great for the curators, but not so great when you plan to go to Versailles for the day.

A little change of plans never hurt anyone though. New plan: Montmartre, Moulin Rouge, Eiffel Tower, and the Arc du Triumph.

We headed up the montmartre to see some random church, but the best thing to see was the view from the top of the mountain. We strolled through a market of artists before making out way down to see the Moulin Rouge (trans: red windmill). I'll be honest, the red district in the mid-morning is a little underwhelming. All those prosties have gone to bed for the day, so we were just stuck with some street venders to satisfy ourselves.

Afterwards, we sat down outside at a cafe for some lunch. We each ordered a Croquet Madame, which is like the best grilled cheese you could ever imagine. Crusty bread with ham and cheese melted on the inside...add a layer of cheese on top and an egg sunny-side up, and you've got yourselves a delicious mid day snack.

You might think we were done eating with the grilled cheese. But you'd be wrong. After a quick metro ride down to the Eiffel tower, we stopped in a local grocery store to pick up some picnic-ing food: Baguette, Camembert, Brie, Honey, and our own little personal bottles of red wine. Five minutes later we were sitting beneath the Eiffel tower on a patch of grass, not a cloud in the sky, 65 degrees, drinking wine and eating cheese. Life doesn't get much better than today.

After soaking in all the Parisian sun I could handle, we climbed the tower...actually almost forgot to do this with everything else going on. If anyone is looking for an ariel picture of Paris, then I think I'm the one to come to. I pretty much took a picture at EVERY angle known to man.

Afterwards, we nearly got killed trying to cross the round-about to get to the Arc de Triumph. Just to give you an idea, we tried to cross a roundabout that connects 12 different streets and has at least 7 lanes. We made it safely, only to find out afterwards that there is an underground tunnel that apparently connects the little island to the rest of the pedestrian areas.

We finished the night off at a little cafe near our apartment. We had tea and ate Macarrons. Best things in my life. They are like really moist cakes (a little bigger than a quarter) with various types of jellies or cream spreads inside. I thought I'd be happy with just a few, but Courtney and I are already planning our Macarron run for tomorrow.

I think the plan is to try and get to Versailles before the rain comes. Then, we are going to spend the afternoon visiting l'Orsey (apparently a pretty important museum according to Rick [Steves]) and the Picasso Museum.