It starts well enough:
And then things go a bit south:
Eat lunch at Frenchie. Frenchie has become so successful that they don't even serve lunch anymore. As for getting a dinner reservation at this point, I can just forget it. Do I care? Not really. I've eaten quite enough recently!
Attend a ballet at the Palais Garnier. FAIL. It's next to impossible to get ballet tickets. I should have tried to get tickets for May back in September. At least I've been inside the Opera House and seen that lovely Chagall ceiling.
Take the candlelight tour of Vaux le Vicomte. This one requires a car and with the number of weekends left until we depart, I don't think it's going to happen. But how many chateaux have I visited in four years? I can't even begin to count them all.
Go to a concert at Sainte Chapelle. This could theoretically still happen. What's more, this is the perfect time of year since the concerts are held in the evening and it's still light now until almost 10 o'clock and one could appreciate the light coming through those amazing stained glass windows while appreciating the music.
And the bottom line?
Although I only managed to check off six out of ten items on this list, what strikes me is not what's left undone but a sense that the list itself is irrelevant. First of all, completing the list wouldn't make it any easier to cut the cord with Paris. If I had done them all, could I honestly say, " I did it. My Paris experience is complete." That question gets a big fat "no" for an answer. And secondly, it's not as if I didn't get around to doing these things because I was sitting on the couch watching TV. I feel good about how I've used my time and the experiences I've had.
Am I rationalizing? Probably. Does it matter? Not a bit.