Les Hugobjects

If he was alive today, he would probably have his own clothing line. The word on the rue (street) in 1870 is that Victor Hugo was a star. I've been in the man's bedroom and I can attest that he had style.


I have been the butt of a few jokes in the last few days cause I had no idea who Victor Hugo was before walking by his apartment on Sunday. From roaming the history and artifacts on display at this apartment, I am definitely going to read his work. I am always a fan of people who were admired for their work and had many genuine friends.


I was impressed with these little sculptures of his head. I had to put the camera on macro and stick it right to the display case to get a good photo.


Following Vic's (that's what I'd call him if we were talking art or poetry over a glass of red in Place des Voges) apartment, we made our way down Rue Saint Antoine, right on Rue de Turenne to have a bite to eat at Restaurant Palais Celeste on the recommendation of my uncle Mark. Unfortunately (but still fortunately) Restaurant Palais Celeste is now a sushi restaurant called The Vert. It wasn't open yet, so we strolled around the neighborhood and took a few photos.








We found a door the same blue as our front door back home and imagined we lived here amongst the slender.


When The Vert opened, we took a seat outside and ordered some beer and sushi.





Having realized how many euros we've blown through in the last 4 days, we decided that we might want to save up for a place of ourown here and opted for a bottle of red from the Supermarché to take back to Hotel Royal Bastille in stead of finding another café.


Tomorrow I will probably see Mona Lisa.