I’m determined to make an Eiffel Tower run the morning before we check out, so I wake early, hike to three bakeries to get pastries for breakfast (the first two are still closed from Bastille Day. The French are pretty loose about things like shop hours.), and pack three suitcases. Mark questions whether we’ll have enough time for the Tower, and I’m like, “After all this you’d better believe it!”
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| Julia reads a book to James on the ridiculously tacky chair in our Air BnBrothel. |
After we Uber there we have at most 20 minutes. We don’t have enough time to go to the
Trocadero but we do walk around next to the Eiffel Tower and the nearby bridge crossing
the Seine.
Trocadero but we do walk around next to the Eiffel Tower and the nearby bridge crossing
the Seine.
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| Kathy, Mark, James, and Julia next to the Eiffel Tower and the Seine. |
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| What usually happens when Julia and James stand next to each other for a picture. |
We fly home and we all wake up between 3 and 4:30 a.m. because of jet lag. The next day we go to dinner at Burma Ruby, which we’ve been craving, and although the kids are awake when we arrive, they fall asleep before the entrees (James, before the appetizers), and we end up carrying them passed out to the car. It looks like we tranquilized them for date night. James has no memory of even being there.
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| Mark and Kathy in Charles de Gaulle Airport |
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| In retrospect, going out to dinner a few hours before bedtime the first night back might not have been such a good idea. |
James’s favorite: Eiffel Tower
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