First I had to take a tram (my first in Paris) to get to the train station. I have to admit, I loved the ride very much. It runs through streets and neighborhoods and you get to see things you might miss on the train. Then I had to ride the metro for 11 stops before transferring into another line and riding that for 10 more stops. This was beginning to weigh me down. I finally got to the museum around 3:30pm and it closes at 5pm. I hate this.
Luckily inside it resembled more of a spacious gallery than a museum. It was easy to navigate between the rooms. I loved being able to examine each painting without a crowd surrounding me. I felt very humbled seeing Picasso’s work throughout the years. He was truly gifted. You witness the changes in his art slowly progress into cubism. I left the museum on cloud 9.
I had to go to the Supreme store (which was nearby) to pick up a cap for a co-worker. He got very excited knowing I was traveling through Paris again and asked me if I could do that favor for him. I didn’t mind, plus it gave me the chance to see this hyped brand myself. I was very impressed. I took pictures of the caps on display and messaged back to him which one did he want me to purchase for him. When I left the store, I noticed a group of young boys mumbling as I walked by with the supreme shopping bag. They whispered some more before finally yelling out to me, “Ay!!! Where’s the store??” They scared me when they did that and I told them they were heading to the right direction. Geez this shopping bag surely grabs people’s attention. I grew nervous knowing I had to commute all the way back to my hotel with such a noticeable known brand.
I figured I still had some time to check out the Opera Granier before heading back. I wanted to do an inside tour but of course, with no explanation whatsoever, there was a sign outside that said “No Tours Today.” UGH!!! Now what? I realized I was near the Gallerie Layfette shopping center and decided to go inside. What a gorgeous department store!!! It was truly beautiful!
Unfortunately my friend could not meet me up for a cocktail again, so I figured I would go back to the hotel. It was now nearing 7pm and I knew I had ways to go. By the time I was at my hotel area, I went to a Japanese restaurant nearby and ordered takeout to take back to my room. I absolutely devoured my dinner and had a glass of wine as well. I was pooped.
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