So, the drive from Florence to Paris was long, we got some sleep on the bus so we were ready to go out the first night. The tour bus took us to the city (a group was on a Seine cruise, which we had opted out of) and we were off to see some of the sights. It was still a pretty good walk, but we got to do a little shopping, we saw Notre Dam, the Seine at sunset, and the Eiffel Tower. Notre Dam was pretty amazing. Every surface was covered in carvings. Every window, stained glass. Every tower had wonderful gargoyles that were just fun! We caught the light just right, sunset. Dad took some amazing pictures (including the night ones here). He has a great eye. Karen really wanted to see the illuminations of Paris. It doesn't get dark until 10:30 and we made it till the Eiffel Tower lit up, about 10 pm. Then we ventured onto the Metro. Having never lived anywhere with a subway, I am always amazed by the whole network. It really is incredible.
We made it back to our hotel (one transfer and 40 minutes later). And in the morning we went to the Eiffel Tower. It was so weird to think I was standing under (and going up) the Eiffel Tower. I have seen so many pictures and movies with this as such a prominent landmark, it was just somewhat surreal to actually be there.
After the Eiffel Tower we went to the Palace of Versailles. WOW! First of all we had lunch at a cafe nearby. It was the worst meal we had in all of Europe. It was a chicken sandwich with a weird sauce, and sliced hard boiled eggs. Luckily Karen and I shared it. We were both so hungry that we ate it as quickly as we could just to get it down. I also ordered a small soda, that we also shared. We then got our bill- 11 Euros. That is about $18. I looked and the soda alone was about $7! I could believe it. I turned to Karen and asked her why she let me buy a $7 soda. She said since it was our last day she thought I just didn't care and was going all out. I was so mad at myself for not looking at the prices closer. Grrr! The palace itself was incredible. You literally could not look anywhere without seeing some piece of artwork. It had such a luxurious, busy atmosphere. When we were done with the tour we were supposed to go to the gardens, however, it was raining and most of the group didn't want to tour them. So we only had about 15 minutes in the gardens. I was a little disappointed that we didn't have longer. About 3 minutes into our time the rain stopped and a little sun started to peek out. I would have loved to really tour the gardens and I hear there is even a little farm as well. But, oh well.
After the palace the bus left us off downtown again and Karen and I decided to walk from the Louvre to Arc de Triomphe, down the Champs de Elysees (is that spelled right. Karen commented that although we did really well with Italian, and OK with the German words, we were all horrible at French, oh so true!) and do some shopping on the way. Well, as I have said before, Karen and I seem to have a knack for picking the worst, most boring route. So, we found ourselves walking outside the wall to the Gardens of the Louvre. Why not inside? Exactly what we were asking ourselves as we felt water being splashed at us from the direction of the street. We freaked out momentarily while we went through all the logical questions of where it came from and what it might be. We decided that since it didn't smell, or leave stains it must have been your standard glass or water from those "rude and inconsiderate" Frenchman. It was a little unnerving to say the least. A little further down the road we found a park and a little food vendor. We decided to treat ourselves to a crepe (yes, they were selling them right there, just like hot dogs at home). We decided on nutella (chocolate/hazelnut creme). It was delicious! We had a hard time finding the metro entrance for the ride back to the hotel. According to the map we were standing right on top of it and yet we couldn't find it anywhere. We finally saw a man "disappearing" into the sidewalk and new that had to be it. Despite the water incident I would definitely like to go back to Paris. There are so many places that our day and half didn't cover. So many museums that we didn't even get a peek in.
Just a brief note about the trip home:
We got to the Paris airport with plenty of time before our flight. It was a good thing too. We were at the wrong terminal. We had to get a shuttle and then walk from Timbuktu and back to get to where we needed to be. We made it with time to spare. Our flight to Heathrow was uneventful (thank goodness). When we got to Heathrow we did a little Duty free shopping and had lunch (I had a really good hot tuna sandwich- totally made up for the sandwich I had in Paris). Then it was time to board. We had to take a bus out to our plane and then we sat on the plane for 45 minutes. There seemed to be some problem with the engine (nice). So we got off the plane and went back to the terminal to wait another 3 hours to board a different plane. I am all for safety so I was glad that they found this problem when they did. However, I just kept thinking, we would have been a tenth of the way there, a quarter, almost half way home by the time we actually got on the plane. It made for a very, very long trip home. It was so nice to sleep in my own bed that night!