After dealing with my bank the whole morning because they deactivated my debit card for “security reasons” while I'm here in Paris (Fuck you, Wells-Fargo!), we followed through with our plan to check out Jardin des Tuileries.
This is what greets you at the entrance:
And if you look back, this is what you see:
Hello, Eiffel!
Apparently during the summer, a carnival opens on one side of the garden:
My Muse.
There were at least 2 large fountains in the garden. They have gigantic koi fish in them. I wasn't able to take a picture of the fish, though:
Fellow tourists basking in the Paris sun.
For some reason, there were goats in the park. I don't think that they wandered in there. They were leashed and were provided with a shade:
Maybe it has something to do with this:
Here's my favorite sculpture in the park, a guy wrestling a minotaur:
The description said something like it was made in the 1800s. That's awesome that it's still existing. The dude's nose is gone, though.
After lounging for a little bit and since it was close by, we checked out the Pinterest famous Cafe Angelina.
I came in my mouth when I tried their hot chocolate. It was like a dream. How the fuck did they make the chocolate so thick?! But it wasn't syrupy or heavy anything like that. The flavor was BIG. Like it was whipped or something. I don't know. Fuck, it was good.
They give you an empty cup and the hot chocolate's in a pitcher-type thing. Pictured here with a Saint Honorè wich was flaky-caramel-crunchy-creamy-awesome.
You're supposed to have a white wine with sweets, but fuck it.
They had free wi-fi.
Beside Angelina is the “first English language book store in the continent”:
After living the Parisian dream, we started walking back to the train station. Then we chanced upon this:
Place Vendôme
And then this which was beside the first Chanel store but was under renovation when we walked by.
Rue Saint Honore
Rue Saint Honore, for some reason houses flagship stores for all the big names in fashion like Galiano, Paco Rabanne, Roberto Cavali and this:
Paris, I love you.