Just another day in Paris

It was a day of art.

The Musée d'Orsay. The last time I was inside was September, 2001. I've been deterred on past visits because of long lines. I hate waiting in lines. But look, Van Gogh! No crowds! Incroyable!

Of course half the joy of going to the d'Orsay is the architecture. And the views.

And it was an evening of perfectly-pitched Frenchness.  

Cocktails at Glass avec the coolest girl in Paris, Mel.

Followed by dinner at L'Office. By this point, alcohol and soul-pouring had put the camera to rest. But still, as I rolled into the 7eme well after 1 a.m., I got my final smile of the night.