There are a thousand things I could have done today. Musee d'Orsay, Musee Carnavalet, the Catacombs, etc etc etc. But all I really wanted to do was spend my last afternoon in Paris as I had spent the first five. Wandering. So I did. I revisited all my favorites. There was an almond croissant at the Jewish Bakery on Rue des Rosiers, another walk along the Seine via Pont Louis Phillip, another look at Chez Julien, more ice cream on the Ile Saint Louis (I mean, why stop now?)...
...and my last meal in Paris? French onion soup. Slimy. Salty. Cheesy. Not how I wanted to remember the French. So I went hunting for one last macaroon before my flight to Madrid (and 16 hour layover...oops).
I can't imagine a better way to end three of the most invigorating weeks of my life. There's nothing I can say about this city that hasn't already been said but I can say I now know why everyone falls in love with it. Even though we've just met and even though I've only scratched the surface. It is intoxicating. I already can't wait to return.
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