I’m sure we walked some ridiculous distance today. Gustav and Munson were both pretty wiped out after I’d marched them from the 9eme across the river, and then to the Eiffel Tower, returning via the Arc de Triomphe and the Champs-Élysées. I used to do this sort of thing all the time when I was here before, with incredulous Parisians claiming that no one walked from X to Y, because they could get the Metro. Unfortunately Paris’ dog-friendliness doesn’t extend to riding the Metro (unlike pretty much every other capital I’ve been to in Europe), so walking was the solution.
|Approaching Le Tour, we stopped for lunch, an inelegant combination of dishes: frites and some lovely little macaroony things. |
It was fuel, but Parisian fuel for a long trek. Bilbo Baggins would have been impressed.
Librairie Galignani is one of my favouritest bookstores, beautifully curated and beautiful to be in. And there’s always a space for a large beast to stretch out on the polished wooden floors.