Because my brain still isn't working properly since flying home from Paris I'll just hand out some pics for all y'all. Hope you enjoy. And to see even more pics, visit my wife's funky blog.
One of my favorite pictures. The stairs leading down in the Arc.
Green man says, "Walk!"
A picture for the ladies.
Gelato.
Outside Notre Dame.
Inside Notre Dame.
A random window treatment.
A famous bookstore for English speakers (and readers).
Parisians got mad parallel-parking skillz. How they get cars much bigger than these into tiny little spaces is simply amazing. However, part of the skill required means there is not one car in Paris (not one) without scratches on front and rear bumpers.
A foot bridge that becomes a nighttime picnic area. Tre cool.
Nothing says Paris like Silver Robot Babe (SRB). What's the internal dialogue you have with yourself on deciding to paint yourself silver and stand around Paris?
Oh, Mickey, you're so fine. You're so fine you blow my mind. Consider your mind blown.
Yep, rent-a-bike. You can buy one-day, one-week, and one-year passes to grab a bike at any of the handy bike outlets. We didn't have the guts to ride a bike on the mean streets of Paris.
One of those mean streets. Rue Jacques Callot. Our apartment house is up on the right about midway. It was built for servants about 300 years ago.
Don't drop the camera, Gary.
Some kind of dessert (we think they were custards). Didn't taste bad.
Inside the Orsay Museum looking out through its clock face.
The flag under the Arc.
3 comments:
Really?! You actually liked those gross little custards? euw.
Nice! I am still jealous!
We should all go have an evening picnic on the Platte 16th street foot bridge!
-Chuck
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