Best Laid Plans/Off To Market

There are things that nobody tells you when you travel, things that you should have thought of. In Paris, like Disneyland on summer weekends, it's the crowds and long lines.

Here is the Bastille Day crowd at the Champs de Mars park at the foot of the Eiffel tower. We were going to watch the fireworks, but once we got there we were, like, fuck it:

The other day, we tried for the second time to see the Catacombes de Paris. There was still a 2-hour queue:

So, instead of seeing skulls, we tried to see mummified animals at the Deyrolle. They were closed for the day.

Despite those two plans falling apart, it was cool because, after all, we were in Paris.

During the bus ride to the Catacombs, we drove by a farmers' market that was set up in the middle of the street. It was a Sunday and apparently that's when farmers' markets pop up here. It was a short walk away so we decided to check that out.

There was a cafe nearby and I had couscous for the first time. It was excellent - just like rice except it had smaller grains and you feel like you're eating something exotic. It went well with the vegetable soup and beef meatballs that came with it. I wasn't able to finish the meal because of the big serving. I asked for a take out box. They said they didn't give out take out boxes.

Back on the bus.