We spent our last full day in Paris climbing Notre Dame.
I got claustrophobic on the last climb up to the highest tower (to be fair, who wouldn't? You're climbing an increasingly narrow spiral staircase with no windows and people crowding from the front and the back). On the way down, Charles walked ten steps behind me with arms on either rail to hold back the hoards of tourists so I wouldn't feel closed in. No small feat. How will I survive without him to protect me from the crowds?
We hit up a traveling King Tut exhibit on the outskirts of Paris only to find that the expo included only replicas. We didn't take pictures of the fake rosetta stone.
We had dinner at Willi's Wine Bar on the recommendation of a colleague who travels to Paris often and took a walk home along the Seine beaches.
I took an artsy bridge photo that reminded me of Midnight in Paris.
And some impressive sand castle work...
The next day we made a sad trip to Charles de Gaulle, and I started counting down days until the next visit.
So now I'm three days into Paris on my own, working rather than vacationing. I think it's going fairly well. On Monday I walked home along the Seine. Yesterday I went to the local market to buy produce, the fromagerie for cheese, and the bakery for a baguette and made a delicious dinner. Tonight I meeting up with a new friend that Charles found for me through a friend who used to live in France.
I love the gargoyle picture!! And you two look so happy :) The days will tick by quickly!
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