My only real exposure to any of the France’s King Louises is based on Hollywood’s depiction of the boy king in The Three Muskateers film. 
From our hotel window the Dome Chapel of Hotel National Des Invalides, with its gleaming golden outline, begs the question as to its origin. And guess what? It is one of Louis XIV’s initiatives to honour and care for soldiers in the mid-1600’s. 
It doubles as a museum and its most famous artifact is Napolean’s remains. Apparently, not far from here is another collection of bare bones artifacts that include skulls, femurs, rib cages and the like. Napolean’s is well-dressed within 4 layers of encasing and this tourist is grateful. The weapons photos are for my son-in-law to decipher next time I see him. I wonder if the 1889 architect, Gustave Eiffel borrowed his idea from the 17th century powder flask in my photo. The similarity in shape is unmistakable, don’t you agree?
A stop on today’s agenda included a visit to La Doguergie yarn shop. Not everyone was outdoors enjoying the 25+ temperatures and the place was crazy busy. In fact, the customer service system operated at a level of convoluted-ness that it would put the CRA to shame! Sadly, the lovely yarn I imagined on my daughter’s needles remains at La Doguergie. I hope to try again. Lunchtime at an outdoor cafe after a stroll through La Pere Lachaise directed the conversation around existential things. 
Maybe it seems strange to you but we rather enjoy meandering through cemeteries. The setting is park-like and European grave sites are beautifully kept. Anyway, our appetites were ready for something the French do very well and all that creamy, saucy and composed freshness was just too tempting to pass up. 
After a late lunch we walked toward the river, caught the metro, found our stop at L’Ecole Militaire, popped in at the Pharmacie for shampoo and headed back to the room. 
It will be another early night as we are both feeling that good kind of tired.
