Elliot and I took a whirlwind one-day tour of Paris yesterday. Here are the highlights.
* 7:15am Eurostar train to Paris.
* Glimpse of Sacre Coeur from the train.
* Taxi to Eiffel tower held up by a parade of children dressed up as flowers.
* Elliot’s smile as he posed below the tower.
* Delight when we found the grumpy old men in Musee d’Orsay, after touring half the museum looking for them *and* calling Mom for help.
* Elliot devouring quiche for lunch and flirting with our table-neighbors. Quiche’ll probably never happen again and was only due to incredible hunger after eating nothing all morning but some cereal at home and a large pink milk on the train.
* Elliot took a great picture of me on Pont Neuf overlooking the Seine.
* The toy department, dome ceiling, and chilling out in the bar at Galleries Lafayette. (Elliot was fascinated that a store would have a bar in it.)
* Dinner. No, **dinner**! Chartier made me so happy, and Elliot is such a restaurant champ. No kids menu but he happily ate grown-up salad, trout muniere almandine, and dame blanche. The restaurant was oozing traditional Parisian style, the food was cheap, yummy and French. And we had a great time.
* Elliot falling asleep on the Eurostar home, despite every intention not to.
* Talking with Mom about the day for 30 minutes before going to bed even though it was 11pm.
* Sleeping until 9am, which Elliot and I *never* do, and waking up to find Mom and Quinton already awake, which *never* happens.
It was difficult a couple times. Exhausting as the day went on and we realized we’d walked too much. But wonderful.