Paris, the Louvre, the Eiffel Tower, and More
We arrived in Paris in the afternoon on a Thursday, greeted by our new friend Philippe playing the ukulele—a delightful surprise! And oh how I wish we had video. He was extremely kind and generous to give us a ride to our Airbnb and lend us a line on his cell phone plan so we would have service in France.
Notre-Dame is still deep in its restoration work. We walked around it a bit, and there were some other people in the area, but the crowds are nothing like our last visit in 2012. The current plan is to finish the restoration in time for the Paris 2024 Summer Olympics.
We closed out the day by scouting for our photo shoot the next morning. We hired the kind of photographer who doesn’t need help with scouting, but it would be nice to have an idea of the layout before we got into it.
The photos from our session with a professional photographer deserve their own focused attention, but we arrived early and enjoyed a very quiet Cour Napoléon, almost to ourselves, before our shoot began.
After Angelina, we made our way to the Louvre Museum without tickets, as we were unable to complete the purchase online (and we didn’t have a printer, anyway). After a bit of running around, we were finally pointed to a line for those without tickets. We made our way very quickly through security and found no line at the kiosks. I am certain we would have waited much longer by doing things the “proper” way. Our first order of business was to find Maggi’s favorite painting: The Wedding Feast at Cana by Paolo Veronese.
As we moved deeper into the museum and deeper into history, we began to wonder if we would find anything along the lines of Darius. Or rather, (King) Darius of Babylon. In my mind, I was expecting to find a statue of him. Maggi was picturing a bust. What we actually stumbled into was a set of rooms (Salles 307–308, Sully Wing) dedicated to artifacts from the palace of Darius I of Persia. Probably not the same guy as Darius the Mede spoken of in Daniel, but some have argued for it. (Read the linked articles for an accounting of all the options.) We’ll take what we can get.
We closed out our time at the Louvre in the Richelieu Wing, which was shockingly quiet compared to the rest of the museum.
After the Louvre, we returned to our apartment for a quick rest and recharge. Then we made our way to the Eiffel Tower, followed by dinner at a place called Le New York.
One of the most bizarre things we saw was the Pont d’Iéna (the bridge crossing la Seine in front of the Eiffel Tower) filled with people along the center of the road to take pictures at the top of the hour when the lights flash. Tourists? “Influencers”? I don’t know, but cars were zipping by regardless. Hard to imagine the shot being worth the hassle of standing there for an hour waiting for the next cycle, dodging traffic in the meantime, but the police didn’t seem to care.