We know it's our last day in Paris but we can't seem to get motivated. We said good-bye to Ellen and the B's and slept in. Late breakfast and we walked around a bit. Took the metro to the Eiffel Tower and Nic and Patrick stood in line to go to the top. Once again we ate baguettes in line. I sat writing while I waited for them. It was cooler and looked as if it was about to rain. 45 minutes later they came back-the top was closed due to weather. Nic was bummed. C'est la vie, we said. Back on the metro to our hotel for a nap, at least for me.
Out to dinner by ourselves at a Tex-Mex American restaurant called Indiana. It starts pouring. Great meal except for Patrick's chicken -he ordered fried chicken and basically got pricey chicken nuggets.
We were tired and went home to pack.
Back to London tomorrow.
1 comment:
Too bad you didn't get to the top. But the view from the bottom isn't so bad either. The Eiffel Tower is an amazing creation.
And doesn't a baguette in Paris taste different than baguette anywhere else in the world?! ...so Parisian... :)
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