Then it was off to the musee d'orsay, now that is what I call an art museum. In a great setting in a converted old train station..
If your pushed for time don't wast it trying to decipher the useless map (all french maps are awful) go to the top floor to see what must be millions of pounds worth of famous paintings.
Next visit was the Notre Dame where Eva made hundreds of new friends, but only learnt one's name which was Francois because I named him.
By the time we left the Notre Dame the sun was setting and the Paris sky was great for taking pictures...