Day 3

Today we went to the Louvre. Seriously if you ever go there, go early in the day. It just gets more and more congested with tourists the later it gets. The pack of people who want to see the Mona Lisa is ridiculous. Aside from the grief associated with large groups of people, we had a great time. There was lots of awesome Renaissance sculpture to see, as well as a few of my favorite Botticelli pieces, and ancient stuff from Mesopotamia and Egypt.
After a few hours browsing famous art, we headed outside to the Jardin Des Tuilleries and sat down for a bit. Lindsay dumped her Pringles everywhere by accident, so she fed them to the birds~ not the pigeons though, she wants to kick the pigeons. We saw the Eiffle Tower for the first time (well, her first time, my first time this trip). We snapped some photos with it in the background and I put my hand in poop.
I thought we should head to Pierre Herme for some macarons, so I lead us back and forth on Rue Du Rivoli for like 1/2 hour, not realizing that the map I looked at was totally wrong, and we were nowhere near the place. Finally we just gave up and went to Hugo&Victor instead. They're known for their crazy patisserie items, but were sold out of most of them, so we just got macarons. Totally different texture than any I have had before, with a texture that was almost cakey for the shell... anyhow, we're going to try to hit Pierre Herme before we go to the Eiffle Tower on Monday night.
After that, I was getting pretty hungry (can't just fill up on sugary treats), so we hopped on the metro to go to L'As Du Falafel in the Marais district... here's the thing. Marais is a pretty hardcore Jewish neighborhood, and Sukkot started today. So they were closed, and we didn't have falafel. Fail. I'll reattempt a visit when I'm back in December because Sukkot lasts 8 days so we won't get another chance while Lindsay is here.
I thought the next best thing to an awesome falafel sandwich would be a trip to Bowfinger, which is Paris' oldest brasserie (more upscale than a bistro, but similar to a pub if that makes sense) for classic things like French onion soup, mussels, and steak tartare. Fail again though, as they close down in the afternoon between 3:00 and 6:30. We might go there on our way home from Versailles tomorrow.
At this point, bladders were at the point of bursting, so we just came home. Hung out for a bit (because, again, nothing is really open til 6:30 or 7:00), then went and had some pasta next door.
Nothing on the agenda for the night~ heading to Versailles early tomorrow morning.

Lindsay quotes of the day:
"I can feel the dirty all over my face."
"Pigeons are assholes."