Paris, par two.

We woke up at eight and were out the door by 9:30 up. Packed. And in a cab. zipping through Paris on the way to the Louvre. We were in the line and inside by quarter to ten. Tickets in hand we peeled out to see the Mona Lisa. Stunning as always. It's been twenty (or so) years since I've seen her and she's aged well. Much better than myself. :(

Anyhow, le grande dame checked off, we hit some other high lights.


First had to find them. Consulted the map, conferred with the cherubs and we had a plan.


Egyptian wing. Did it.


Lady with no arms.. Check (p.s. She has plumbers butt in back).


See-Hilarious. Bet she wishes she had her arms back just to hitch up her sheet.





P had beignets at the cafe, she's a French food convert. "can I have crepes and donuts for lunch!" um. No.

By noon we had zoomed through. We learned yesterday that if you took a minute to look at each work of art in the Louvre, you would still be there four months later. Hopefully, the girls will remember the whirl wind trip. There is so much more we missed, but honestly, I truly didn't love Paris last time - and I think I've left on much better terms, still not love, but much less disdain.

The Eurostar Chunnel train was really a fun way to travel. We had a four top table big enough for the girls sticker books and our coffee. Two hours from Gard du Nord to the Kings Cross station. We were beat so we cabbed home. Our driver had four kids at home so he was a great source of checking to see that we've see quite a bit of his city. Good to know we've done a good job.

We've also decided we're going to take a "big red bus" tour of San Francisco. It's been too long since we've been tourists in our own city, could be fun..Who's coming along?