Having had such a busy day, we slept in a little the next morning. Having abandoned all hopes of visiting Versailles, we resolved to pay homage to the Mona Lisa and enjoy a more relaxed itinerary on Wednesday.
We stayed in the hostel all morning, coaxing Dan out of bed with the offer of breakfast, and dipped French bread into melted Camembert cheese for lunch.
Realising the distance between our hostel and the Louvre was less than the length of the Champs-Élysées, we braved the walk.
The sun shone as we highlighted our Britishness in a good old-fashioned queue, and within the hour we were into the museum free as young EU members. Following the signs to Da Vinci's magnum opus (called La Joconde in French) and getting very lost somewhere in "Italian Paintings" (aka "Gallery of Jesus pics"), we squinted for a few seconds at her smirking painted face then Dan, Lucy and Mitch called for a sit down. In the adjacent gallery, Siân surveyed some of the most famous artworks on the planet whilst the other three sat down and discussed the likelihood of finding Diet Coke for less than 3€10.
Tea was our next priority and we bought ravioli and sauce to microwave in the poky little hostel kitchen. We even managed to find a vegetarian-friendly pudding, although Siân mistranslated the ingredients as "may contain traces of spiders and cockerel fruits".
Once fed and watered, we took the champagne Lucy had brought from home to go and sit in front of the Sacré-Cœur like classy mofos. We popped into a shop and bought some souvenirs on the way there, then Siân drank fizzy raspberry whilst the others had the champagne. Embarrassingly for him, Mitch got tipsy on two glasses, dizzy and hiccuping like Dumbo on wine.
That evening, we chatted before reluctantly going to bed, knowing we had a 7:37am train the next day.
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