Paris: Day 2

(Table at Cafe Chat Noir)
We have not had success with Jim's computer today. We've mostly lost the past few days to inconstant and incomplete memory. (NOTE: Writing this blog using my journal notes written sometimes days after the actual events has sparked a surprisingly good amount of memories; stories, feelings, sensations, even tactile responses. Memories are so cool.)
Today I watched a raven SKIP along the stones of the concourse of the Louvre.
I revisited old art friends
(Jaconde, Psyche, Mercury, Jupiter, Diana).
I saw the medieval underbelly of the louvre as it was at one time a massive dwelling castle. We took a different route to the museum and found Paris Ghetto full of sketchy jewelry stores, nail salons, and places offering hair extensions.

The Louvre was exhausting and beautiful. Jim was pleasantly surprised by his level of interest and happiness in such a touristy activity.
My feet have become the abassadors of Blister Town. We strolled (read: limped) down the Champs-Elysees, sitting to rest on each bench we encountered.
We enjoyed overpriced beer at Cafe Montecristo (7 euros for the tiniest beer you've ever seen [nearly 20$ for a half pint of stella]). Because of the pain and massive amounts of rain we discovered the subway system wherein I nearly lost Jim to a faulty ticket until I convinced him to join the other Parisians and hop over the turnstyle, brandishing the ticket to any disapproving authority (who never even batten an eyelash).
We found our way to the now-familiar hood where we dined at "Les Deux Singes." They created a vegetarian entree for me involving salad, boiled eggs, potato and cheese.
We had a bit too much wine with not enough food, bought and utterly destroyed chocolate cake from the patisserie next door, stumbeld home and somehow managed to fix the mac. It can only be charged in the bathroom, which is apparently way-okay with me.
Cheers to the happy day!