What a long travel day. The plane was pretty empty, so we all laid down across rows. The airplane food, was, of course, delicious. We settled on a boulangerie for breakfast---yum! ---, visited two museums, bought K’s beret, and my knees almost broke from all the walking. Back at the hotel, all three of us collapsed in pain on our beds. The end of the Tour de France was wicked cool, and dinner was delicious.
This morning, we ate breakfast at the hotel then headed to the Louvre. We did a quick Top 10 visit, including the Mona Lisa of course. We also saw large compulsive tourist groups who insisted on taking their unsmiling photo in front of every. Single. Thing. In. the. Museum.
After that, we went to Notre Dame after K and I bought sunglasses—faux Raybans for him, aviators for me. We ate lunch at a place with kitty-cats where the cats spent most of the meal snuggled under B’s feet, leading me to the conclusion that he is a cat lady. While Dad enjoyed his espresso—and the check—we bought lollipops, bought me a ring, then took a tour bus.
I tripped and skinned my knees, and that will definitely leave a scar! I looked for white skinny jeans on my never-ending search, but no dice, but we did see someone who goes to school with B, and bizarrely, we had mentioned her at breakfast. We’re going out to dinner now, have a 9 pm appointment with the Eiffel Tower, and then we’re getting ice cream. Adios! –M.
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