The purrfect Sunday

Since I’ve been in college, I’ve found myself absolutely hating Sunday. This day marks the end of weekend festivities and I would almost dread going to bed because the thought of having to wake up for another manic Monday sounded absolutely terrible. But here in Paris, Sunday has become my favorite day of the week. I’ve been dedicating this day to sightseeing and soaking up as much of Paris as possible.

This past Sunday I combined my two favorite things in the world– good food and fur children (aka cats). Le Café des Chats, located in the Marais, provides a home to 14 rescue cats who lounge about the restaraunt while you get to chow down on an amazing 25€ brunch.

FullSizeRenderThis little guy was fascinated by whatever he saw out the window behind me.FullSizeRender

Although 25 euro might seem a little steep for a leisurely Sunday brunch, you have to see how much food you get for this price. We received an actual cup of coffee (if you’ve ever been to Paris you’ll understand how rare and exciting this is), fresh-squeezed O.J., pain au chocolat, a baguette with jam and butter, a nutella muffin, and parmesan scrambled eggs with potatoes and a side salad.

FullSizeRenderTry to tell me this doesn’t look like the best plate of scrambled eggs you’ve ever seen.

Eating is one of my strong suits. There are few things that I love doing as much as I love eating, and therefore, I can eat a lot. That being said, I was absolutely stuffed after this meal, like the kind of stuffed where you think you’ll need a wheel barrow to roll you out of the place. So forget what you heard about those tiny Parisian portions and get yourself to Cat Café. If that doesn’t have you sold… look the pure, unadulterated joy on my face below.

IMG_5681On the verge of tears because I was so happy to be reunited with a kitty.

After brunch we moseyed on over to the Centre Pompidou, an art museum that stands out for its modern architecture. Personally, and I’ve heard that many Parisians feel the same, I think that the Pompidou is kind of an eye sore. It is made up glass walls and grey metal piping with an external escalator. Despite its hard shell, the Pompidou is hands down my favorite Parisian sight so far. There is no denying how beautiful classic artwork is, such as those that hang in the Louvre, but I’ve fallen in love with modern art because of its power to tell stories and evoke emotions in the most creative ways. Here are a few of my favorite pieces.

IMG_0093Fashion illustrations inspired by Grace Jones.

IMG_0096Grace Jones masks.

IMG_0097This is instrumental.

This room is what sparked my new-found appreciation for modern art. It had lyrics printed on the walls in silver letters and multiple sets of headphones spread across the room playing indie music. Surprisingly, most of the songs and lyrics were in English, but I didn’t recognize any of the songs or even the artists. Art can exist in so many more forms that just on a canvas, and I loved this room because it showcased just one of the mediums that one can express them self through.

IMG_0116Obligatory selfie in a reflective surface.

IMG_0117Larger than life photography.

FullSizeRenderNow let’s talk about this view…

I had no idea that you could see basically all of Paris from the top of the Pompidou. If you look to the top right of the horizon in the photo above you’ll see Sacre Coeur. If I turned my body 45 degrees to the left then the you could see all of the sights of the southern Paris, like the Eiffel Tour and Notre Dame. I will most definitely be returning to the Pompidou, and when I do, I’ll make sure to do it on a sunny day and get a big ol’ panorama of the entire city.


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