This is the final post in a seven-part series about my trip to Paris. Read the other posts here.
My last day in Paris had finally arrived, much as I willed it not to. I was still pretending like the cold I was coming down with didn’t exist, and I was determined to make the most of one last wonderful (and finally sunny!) day in the city.
As I’d poked around for ideas beyond galleries and museums, I stumbled onto a post about Hemingway’s Paris and flagged it for future reference. It highlights an area of the city I hadn’t otherwise covered, and included a chance to wander through one of the many open markets in the city where Parisians, you know, shop. One of my favorite aspects of the whole trip was this kind of everyday business, in between the touristy moments, just watching as folks went about their daily lives.
It was a quick train ride over to the 5th Arrondissement and Marché Mouffetard, a pedestrian street market open most mornings that starts at a small plaza with a fountain at the center of it and winds uphill towards the Latin Quarter.
This is part six of a seven-part series on my trip to Paris. Read the other parts here.
When I first moved to New York, one of my early adventures was spending an entire day at the Met. I walked every nook and cranny until my legs ached, soaking up gallery after gallery. On my first trip to Paris, the Louvre was top of my Must See list, entering the palace of art and glimpsing masterpieces like the Mona Lisa and Venus de Milo.
Unfortunately, that trip was so short that really, those were the only things I saw at the Louvre then. I didn’t get to dig into the full museum the way I wanted to.
That, friends, is what a Saturday in Paris is made for.