I was correct in my hypothesis that my parents would enjoy the d'Orsay; my mom even stated, and I paraphrase, that it might be her favorite museum ever. We crossed the Seine and walked the Champs Elysee from the Louvre all the way to the Arc de Triumph, which is tied with the tent at the base of Silverton Mountain as my favorite little spot in the world. We watched the sun set, then made our way back to Gare du Nord, and then to the airport where I saw my parents off before heading back to Amsterdam to meet Maria.
One of my fondest memories of being there in 2006 was being on the famous bridge with my good friend Rachel. We waited and waited for a gap in the crowds of tourists to get a shot of us, and just like that, the crowds parted and we got a photo. This time, I was much more lonely, and it took no time at all since there was maybe a quarter of the amount of tourists which would undoubtedly arrive in a month's time.