Because Sisters in Paris

On Saturday The Husband spent half a day waiting on someone to come fix the toilet at The Sisters’ apartment (the one by Dorothy’s room, wink, wink). So he missed the afternoon fun (Read: Got a moment’s peace for Pete’s sake). 

We continue to check off The Sisters’ list of 20 Things to See or Do in Paris. To be fair, I haven’t seen said list but we must be getting close because we haven’t stopped moving in three days. 

Today we terrorized a brocante market (check). I bought shoes and Judy bought old vinyl albums and was completely in her zone.

Because we’re in Paris, Dorothy ordered eight escargot at lunch (check). We tapped, we tweezed, we turned over, but couldn’t get two of them out. So we named them Théo and Dartagnan and promised to stay in touch.

After lunch we raced up Montmartre to the Sacré Coeur then back at the bottom took the obligatory photo in front of the Moulin Rouge (check check).

We then went to Atélier des Lumières to see the Van Gogh show. Worth it.

Took a quick pass around Place des Vosges because the art there is spectacular (check).

We barely made it to see the Eiffel Tower twinkling (check) because Judy can’t get through the Metro turn-styles (like, ever) and we’ve broken all kinds of laws sneaking her through.

These are pics from our last day in Paris, check check check check check.

It rained because Paris. But no one complained because with the girls it’s always rainbows and unicorns. We finished the day with Mezzeh at Assanabel after which waddled home (because Mezzeh).  

I don’t know how many of their 20 we checked off the list. I do know we didn’t make it to Jim Morrison’s grave but I promised them he’d still be dead next trip. And I do hope there’s a next trip. Because sisters.