Paris with the ParentsParis, France

Alright, this update is rather late - sorry. In the last weekend of May, Jay and I packed up and marched (er...flew) ourselves to Paris (Operation get the hell out of Munich: Part Two). The weather was not fabulous - mainly rainy and a bit cold, but it was great to be there nonetheless...Though, truth be told, my French could stand some improvement. The evening we arrived, Jay, Kathy (my mom) and I went to the louvre while waiting for Jim (my dad)'s plane to land. My mom and I had been to the Louvre already, but Jay had not, so of course the Mona Lisa was a must see. Unfortunately, however, with The DaVinci Code just recently in theaters, it was also a must-see for a few hundred other people. Not fun.

That evening, Jim's flight was delayed for a few hours (and his phone didn't work, so we had no way of knowing this until Kathy harrassed the Consierge at our hotel for a while until he made contact with an airline representative, as the Airport was already closed). When he arrived, we went out to dinner at a nearby restaurant. I've forgotten the French name... something reffering to the Hen's Pot or similar... Anyway, they provided wonderful food and, more importantly, Jay's first taste of escargot. That's right, snails. And not just that, but DELICIOUS snails. Life in Paris is good.

The following day, we went first to the Musee Rodin (sorry, no accents on the keyboard I'm using right now), which had many amazing sculptures, and then to the Monet Museum, which was beautiful. The first floor was not particularly interesting, but the downstairs area had all of his huge lily-pad paintings and many other gorgeouos works, plus benches all over the room, so we could just sit and stare. Ah, to be artistically talented... Oh well.

We spent that evening walking around Paris, seeing the Seine, Notre Dame, a group of roller bladers being fancy, and the Eiffel Tower from a distance (as we'd all already been). After a rather disappointing dinner at a restaurant that had been wonderful when my parents ate there 2 years ago, we moved on to a lively Spanish restaurant, where drinks were apparently served with a dance and Spanish was an exceptable language of choice (woo-hoo!)

Jay and I had to leave extremely early the next morning to catch our flight back to Munich (awww), so we didn't do anything on that last day. In fact, we were already at the boarding gate by the time daylight actually arrived, but such is life. We returned to Munich in time to go with our Theater class to see a production of Woyzeck. Back to the German life...