After lunch, we walked over to Sainte-Chapelle, which is hidden behind the walls of the Palais de Justice. I was wondering how to get to it, when I saw a line of people waiting along the wall. All of these people cannot be waiting to see the Palais de Justice, I thought, and figured out that this must be the line for Sainte-Chapelle.
I got stopped through the metal detector on the way in, and upon being asked what I had, I answered “D’argent?” and pulled a bunch of coins out of my pockets. The guard smiled at me, either because of my lame accent or because that is an outmoded term. I learned French in the late ‘80s, back when there were still francs and not Euros. It seems like “monnaie” is more in use now.
I also didn’t realize you had to climb the stairs in Sainte-Chapelle, too. The ground-level entrance is plain compared to the upper level:
After that, we walked over to the Cluny, but there were only a few things I was interested to see there, so we didn’t stay long. We saw the Lady and the Unicorn tapestries, the illuminated books, and the stained glass. We came out into a Christmas market and bought beignets, which unlike their New Orleans counterparts, are pretzel-shaped dough covered in granulated sugar.
We took the Metro to the Champs Elysees, and landed in the middle of a much larger and busier Christmas market. We walked up the Champs Elysees to the Arc de Triomphe, and then tried to turn off the Champs-Elysees to walk back to the Metro and ended up getting lost. I started feeling nervous as it was getting late and the streets are not in a grid pattern, so I felt kind of sure we were headed in the right direction, but not positive. We did find a Metro station and made our way back to the hotel, where we had a non-descript dinner and went to bed.