TC’s not exactly blessed in the endurance department. Like, at all.

So color me all shades of stamina shocked that he’s rocking it out at 8 and 9 hour spans. Even I am having a hard time hanging with that.

We left today at noon and just got back and it’s now 9:20. My entire body is exhausted and I’m starting to feel a bit arted out.

Don’t worry, I’ll recover in plenty of time for more art overload tomorrow.

Today we hit up Le Panthéon, L’Orangerie and Le Pompidou. Love the Pompidou, might be my fave. Some incredible Chagall’s and Dali’s are there and many wonderful modern works of art … of course many are quite avant garde and many I just don’t get.

What the hell is artistic about a white canvas? Seriously — just a white canvas. I don’t even think it was painted!

We also did a walking tour from out of TC’s walking tours of Paris book. Yeah, of course he’d be big on something like “walking tours” — these are the kinds of buzz words that get him going.

We wound our way through the entire 5ième arrondissement. Saw the original wall of Paris {pratically passed out}, walked the Roman-Gallo road, hit up Eglise Saint Médard — the pre desroyed parts of this church dating from the 7th century, checked out another Hemingway résidence {profuse swooning on my part}, the Roman amphitheater {sat 15,000 in its day}, where I thought I was going to pass out from history love … I wonder if such a thing is possible? Which if it is, it’s bound to happen to me on this trip.

History Channel. Call me. I’ll willingly travel to any UNESCO World Heritage site and reveal to the rest of my fellow billion People the real nerdy historical dork that I am.

This is one of my fave aspects about being here with TC — we both flip out over the same things. We both have to stop and fawn over statues and buildings, art and churches. Maman is not so much inclined towards these things. She could easily just sit at a café for three hours at a time having vino. Okay, a few vinos. Anything she sees is because of my driving force and love of history and wanting to take in every single sight.

Particularly the unknown stuff … like the water spigot Marie de Médici had installed in 1624 — it sits off the side of the Rue Mouffetard, right at the corner of the Rue du Pot-de-Fer. The plan was to bring in water from outside of Paris to the Palais du Luxembourg, and also help solve the water shorter problems. Huge fail, but good idea. I was very humored that here this thing sits from 1624 {!!} and the drain is now used to collect cigarette buds. Classic or what?

I am calling it an early night, après yoga … R&R for tomorrow. Another day, another dream for us {all}.