Up a little later today - we needed a little extra rest. This meant Ainsley was awoken at 8:30....unlike the 6 and 7 of prior mornings. After our breakfast we headed up to the Muse d'Orsy, to see the impressionist works that we weren't able to see at the Louvre since they were renovating that section. We got there about 10 ish, again after the first rush but before the rest of the crowd.
They had just opened an exhibit covering the 'Le Paysage Mystique (Spiritual Quest) de Monet and Kandinsky' had just opened. We started with Monet, and ended with Georgia O'Keeffe. In between, we were treated with Van Gogh and the Group of Seven. Who knew I would have to travel to Paris to see Lawren Harris and Emily Carr?
After, we headed over to the Van Gogh permanent section, then up to the Impressionist gallery and (another newly opened) an exhibit on the portraiture of Paul Cezanne. Stoped for a quick break, then finished off the museum on the main floor with some other paintings and furniture. After a stop at the bookstore, we headed back to Notre Dame.
Third time was the charm. Ainsley was pleased as her candle from Saturday was still burning, and she added another one next to it, before we walked the circuit. The cathedral is now 850 years old (original church buildings - 1163). They are planning on 9 new bells to be cast.
We next hopped back on the metro, and headed to the Tour Eiffel. We decided that luck must have been with us, as we got in line for tickets and it was only one there-and-back in the line. Bought our tickets, and headed up the tower to the '2eme Etage', where we switched our elevators. In line for the summit elevator, Ainsley called her dad to wish him a 'Happy Father's Day' - we had tried to plan it that we would call him from the top, but fell just short.
After enjoying the view, we went back down, wandered a bit more stopped for a break- Ainsley now called and chatted with her mom for a bit, but the connection wasn't great.
We headed down to the Premier Etage, where they had some exhibits set up for the Paris bid on the 2024 Olympics, and a few other screens showing the tower over history - construction, maintenance, and famous visitors. After a quick stop at the glass floors, we headed to the metro station, walking along the Seine.
At the metro station, I bought another book of tickets, which we have been using. Ainsley noted a girl about her age lingering, trying to get through the turnstiles without a ticket, but unsuccessfully. I went through, and the girl managed to get through, as Ainsley saw as she was headed in. As we started up the escalator, about 1/3 of the way it stopped- we glanced at one another, and started walking. Ainsley felt the girl behind her, then a tug on her purse - which she promptly pulled in front of her. The girl rushed past her, and Ainsley said she had her hand on the back of my purse- but since the only zipper was to the front (and I had my camera cover clipped to it an on the inside) she couldn't get it. Ainsley said my name then, and I pulled the bag forward; the girl running back down the escalator. A reminder to her about how vigilant you have to be in a city like Paris.
Tomorrow - Giverney, and Monet's Garden.