There are just magnificent art works at Musee d’Orsay! I believe it used to be a train station. Lots of impressionists amd well-known pieces.
Père Lachaise Cemetery is a trip! It is near where the Bastille was (and the New Opera House). It seems to me that most of Paris’s famous are buried there and some of the sites are strange in themselves. The lipstrick prints on Oscar Wilde’s large stone, for example. You can buy a little book about it before you go and pick out which places you want to see. Jim Morrison is also buried there. A discreet guard is posted nearby because of prior vandalism done to his grave. But all in all, it is a lovely, shady walk.
Our favorite thing was going to Monet’s house and garden about fifty or sixty miles out of France. It’s easily arranged by train and bus. You feel like you are literally walking around in his paintings. It is overwhelming. And the colors in his house and charming!
Somewhere around Pon Neuf, take the steps that go from the bridge down to the waters edge where you can walk close to the river.
The best trips are the night cruises down the Seine. Paris at night is unbelievable!
If you want to be grusome, you can go through the tunnel where Diana was killed. Our driver went out of his way to do that to us unexpectedly.
You can go to Harry’ Bar (near the old Opera House) where the Bloody Mary was invented.
The usual tourist cafes: Cafe de Flores and Cafe le Deux Magot (am I getting that one right?
The are both the the St. Germain du Pres area somewhat near Blvd. Michel or “Bull Mick” as it is known. Sarte held sway in one and Hemingway and the literary crowd met in another.
Speaking of the literary crowd, my favorite bookstore in the world is right across from Notre Dame. It is called Shakespeare and Company. Check a book for the exact address. At another location (until the Nazis came) this was Literary Central. Hemingway got his mail here. Joyce published Ulysseus here. The atmosphere of the new location is still vibrating and a photograph of the interior hands on my wall. If Mr. Whitman is still living upstairs, he loves company.
I sat outside under a cherry tree in full blossom when the bells of Notre Dame started calling the people to mass. A little wind came up and made the blossoms swirl around me. Just unearthly beauty. The bells started tolling at 4:45 PM, btw.
The food is good everywhere. We didn’t have a bad meal.