A Stone's Throw: Paris Day 7: One Last Push To The Seine!

It was my last full day in Paris, and being without Dona or much more to really see on the cheap, I decided to stay in Sucy with my cousin Margaux and my uncle Humbert. The weather happened to be good enough that I could help Humbert with some gardening around his large plot of land (really a cool little compound, consisting of several buildings from the mid 19th century). We broke out the hedge trimmer and garden shears, and tackled the growth that had sprung up everywhere as a result of the never ending rains. We spent the morning reconquering the gardens, until the early afternoon when I accompanied Margaux out to the city for one last time.
She had a really cool dinner for the American University in Paris to attend, but it was a little steep for my budget, so I opted to see the Pere Lachaise cemetery, which in addition to being the final home of the likes of Oscar Wilde and Jim Morrison, is supposed to be a really nice stroll. Well it was closed, so I decided to walk from there to the site of the old Bastille, and then push on to the Seine. Once there, I enjoyed a couple sunny hours by walking along the river, stopping back in at the Shakespeare bookstore to read a little more of Hemmingway's, A Farewell To Arms (which I started, but never finished unfortunately). There is a special feeling reading a book where it very well may have been written, sitting where the author himself may have sat on a sunny Parisian afternoon.
I eventually put down Hemmingway, and headed to meet up with Margaux in the park next to the Lourve. Then we hoofed it up to the Eiffel tower for one last glorious view of Paris at night. It turns out that we had made it just in time to watch the rising of a full, blood red moon. As I soaked up the last few moments of Paris, I thought on my journey so far and how much was yet to come. When we eventually looked at our watches, we realized that we had to really run to catch the last metro home. Thankfully we made it. Barely. We made it home and I quietly headed off to shower and pack for Avignon. My time in Paris was over.