We also stuck our feet in the fountain today. No, it was not the cleanest of places, but it's hitting low 90's everyday, and we needed some relief. There were plenty of people doing the same thing (and no, I wouldn't jump off a bridge if everyone was doing it) so I figured nothing would happen. I was right.
After Ile St Louis, we walked around the neighborhood in search of a restaurant. We decided upon one in the square just outside the Pompidou. Isabella had steak and mashed potatoes and I had dore (which I think is sole). Mediocre food, but a nice way to spend the evening.
We were both very tired and so went back to our tiny apartment, showered and got into bed. By now, it was well past 10pm, and I hadn't heard more than a regular amount of noise from the cafes and bars nearby. Isabella fell asleep well and I was just about out when I heard music.
Since I was half asleep, I thought I had dreamt it. But no, it was some sort of Gay choir singing. I couldn't see where they were from my window, but I could hear them well. Forthwith, the playlist:
Downtown, Only You, Sign Your Name Across My Heart, Somewhere Over the Rainbow, Can You Feel The Love Tonight?, We Go Together, Let's Fall In Love, Rave On.
It was actually a great concert, albeit at midnight on day-I-don't-know of little to no sleep. But worth it.
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