So first thing I did when I woke up, I went to Pompidou Centre. Amazing space, amazing building, amazing contemporary art. I shot a few pictures.
You don't wanna see, what she sees.
That last one is an installation "Cafe Little Boy" by Jean-Luc Vilmouth. There are chalks, you can contribute to the art piece. I wrote "Out and proud" on a chair. It was relevant to the cacophony in my brain that day anyway.
I continued to d'Orsay museum (Where I was late so didn't make it eventually). but these two men...
On the way to d'Orsay, I stopped by Louvre. I wasn't even planning to go through the trouble of getting inside. One day, I will be ready for it.
I can hardly handle situation outside the museum. Selfie sticks, pictures of pretending you're holding the pyramid with your two fingers, they do kill me BUT bringing the frame? I mean, seriously?
Then was a lot of wandering around different parts of the city.
I went to Rue Mouffetard - so nice. Wandered down to Quartier Latin - not so nice, full of tourists. Ended up in Le Marais - my favourite. It ended with some red wine in my blood and camera in my backpack.
Following day, I headed to Canal Saint-Martin. Also, a must-go place, especially if you hate tourists and wanna see some cool places. On the way, I passed the Place de la Republique - that's where Charlie Hebdo demonstrations took place.
And then the canal...
After that I went up to Rosa Bonheur cafe. Then I took a very dodgy route to Monmartre and shot this picture, only. Weird no? But I really can't deal with tourists, I lose every single bit of motivation to click the shutter.
The day ended on Coraline's rooftop, freezing in the wind, drinking cider and watching the most beautiful sunset, behind Eiffel tour.
And then came the last day. I didn't go anywhere in particular. Just wandered in the streets. Mostly in Le Marais area. It was a sunny, warm, beautiful day.
And the following morning, I woke up very early, at dawn, to catch my train back. This was the view from the window.
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