3 Days in Paris | Part 3
Sunday morning in Paris… I woke up and saw that the sky was deep blue. I opened the window and it would be a hot summer day. Our last day in Paris and I felt a little bit melancholic. When would I return to my beloved city?
I put my feelings aside and took a shower. After that I packed my trolley and waited when my husband was ready. We enjoyed the breakfast and returned to the hotel room to pack the last things and we checked out.
We took the metro to Jardin du Luxembourg, the first stop for today. The temperature was so high, that we had to slow down. We walked through the 6th arrondissement. Sundays in Paris are so different! In the beginning I didn’t like Sundays in Paris but now I appreciated it. The sileness in the morning…it is lovely to walk through a sleepy Paris.
It was the first time that we visited Jardin du Luxembourg and when we entered the park, I didn’t know where to look! Such a big park in the middle of Paris! Before we traveled to Paris, I had seen many pictures of this park, so I recognized the Medici fountain where every chair was occupied in the shade. It was quiet in this corner. People read their books. They lost themselves in the story and noticed nothing about the people who photographed the fountain and this peaceful place…
I could imagine sitting here, reading my book, or writing stories in my notebook. I had just taken a few steps in this park, but it was already one of my favorite places in Paris!
This park has so many beautiful corners and views. Little wooden boats slided over the lake. It was so warm, that we decided to look for a chair (the famous green chairs!) in the shade. We watched people, talked about Paris… So relaxed on this lovely Sunday morning…We could sit there for hours, but we got thirsty.
We ordered a drink at the terrace of Pavillon de la Fontaine. It was a little bit expensive but I couldn’t break the enchantment to leave this park. Not yet!
After we enjoyed our drinks, we walked a bit through the neighbourhood and discovered new areas which we would like to visit again the next time.
I bought a baguette and we walked to the Notre Dame and sat down for a while along the Seine in the shade. We enjoyed the walnut baquette (I miss it when I am writing this!) and talked about our Parisian adventures. I felt the melancholic feeling again which I also had this morning and I felt really unhappy to leave Paris.
After a while, we decided to take the metro back to the hotel. We picked up our bagage and took the metro to Gare du Nord. We enjoyed a early dinner at the same cafe when we enjoyed our breakfast on Friday morning. Our train would depart at 6.00 pm so we had enough time to enjoy the last Parisian hours.
We had a perfect place, overlooking the street and we both chose for the steak tartare, as a farewell dinner.
The Thalys departed at 6.00 pm and we had to change trains at Brussels. At 10.00 pm we were home again after three amazing Parisian days!
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