My parents were in Paris recently for a few days before Easter and then the following weekend. I have been in France for almost a year now, and I haven't seen them in all that time. So it was great to hang out with them and go to museums, cafés and restaurants. I ate more foie gras and confit de canard in those few days than in the entire year, and, since nobody would take my money, I really wish they would visit more often. Like every month.
On Easter they had to check out of their hotel near the Musée d'Orsay and board the boat that would take them throughout Normandy by river. But before that, we went to mass at Basilique Sainte-Clotilde. It was supposed to have been an easy 10-minute walk from the hotel, but we made a wrong turn and ended up walking in a circle before finding it. We were worried that there would be crowds of parishioners filling up all the chairs, but the church was almost empty when we arrived. It did fill up right before mass started though. Maybe vespers the night before would have been more crowded.