Paris, Day 6  
I must admit, we were getting pretty trashed by this point. Still, the pain au chocolat did flow, and we headed to the Musee d'Orsay to see some of the finest art this planet has ever put forth.

The museum itself is just so beautiful, housed in an old train station and home of many of the great works of the Impressionist movement.

It would be impossible to list everything that held our attention at the museum, but one piece that come to mind is Rodin's Gates of Hell, which was just stunning. Next time, I'd really like to make it to the Rodin museum down the street to see the bronze version.

Cross-section of the Opera Garnier

View from the cafe

David sort of went insane over this bed. We fell in love with Art Nouveau then and there. The picture is alright, but there was something about standing next to this furniture that was absolutely electrifying.

Pompon! I utterly fell in love with L'Ours Blanc. He is so adorable and beautiful! What's even more amazing is learning that Pompon's technique involved carving animals in stone with exacting detail including all the nuances of fur, claws, etc, and then slowly smoothing the entire sculpture out until one is left with with the essence of the animal.

Want to see the essence of an animal? This sort of sums up how sick and tired poor husband was. I asked him to pretend he was feeling better and I got this:

Not all that convincing, in my opinion.

So we then made our way to the Quartier Latin to meet up with my "Uncle" Bob (he's my Uncle's brother) and his wife Luisa.

We walked around together and saw the Pantheon.

We then had an absolutely lovely Italian dinner nearby. It was wonderful to meet up with friendly faces on our trip. They regaled us with stories of how they met and the process of moving to France from the United States. We had a really nice time together. Bob walked us around the area a bit more and we then parted, walking through the bustling nightlife of the Left Bank and then making our way home.

This was our lovely apartment! It was beautiful, in a great area, and way better priced than a hotel.

View of kitchen

View of bedroom

Passed out. It was at this point that I realized there was no way we were going to be able to spend our last day going to Versailles. It would have just been too much. You win this round, Paris!

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