After the post-catacombs refreshments, we parted company with Sandy and Dave, planning to meet for dinner, three hours from now.
On the first day in Paris, as we wandered without a specific goal, we came upon an antique book/art sale in the plaza in front of St. Sulpice. A couple of things attracted us but we didn't buy then, so we returned, only to find all books gone, and the antique dealers moving into the same space.
We strolled back towards the hotel, and then came to an antiquarian print store, which is what i was hoping for at St. Sulpice. It took but a few minutes to find the perfect memento - a small, authentic (he said) 19th century engraving of Sainte-Chapelle. I am very pleased.
We walked back to the hotel neighborhood, and popped into a quick sandwich place, buzzing with Parisians, and bought and devoured panninis.
Since we still had the entire (rainy) afternoon ahead, I happened to check out the theater next door, and saw that the new Woody Allen film was playing, in an hour, in English, with French subtitles! Even stranger, the film appeared to have 'Paris' in its title.
We walked around the block for a half-hour, then went into the theater.
A lot of commercials were shown, and then the movie started.
Unbelievably, it began with a montage of the very places we have been, the past four days, including (I swear!) the VERY THEATER in which we were sitting.
Not only that, but this is not the first time this has happened, but that's another story.
The film was loaded with places we have just been, including the Monet water-lily murals at the Orangerie.
The film itself was surreal, but so much more so as it ended with Owen Wilson walking in the rain in Paris, and we then walked out of the theater and walked in the rain, in Paris.
None of this was planned. Honest.
Last night in Paris coming up. Can I manage to spend my last 100 Euros in the next 16 hours?