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.
Goodbye, the French way
He’s not really playing but fun!
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.
I got this
He’s right there!
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
Place du Tetre
New photo concept. Very complicated.
Watching Hare Krishna under a Van Gogh sky
We then went to Atélier des Lumières to see the Van Gogh
show. Worth it.
That’s my family, in a Van Gogh painting
Starry Night in Water
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.
We are still sad about Princess Diana.
View of apartment stairs
Street band in Saint Germain
Lounging at Luxembourg
Having hot chocolate at Angelina’s
Waiting for Dorothy to finish her massag
At Luxembourg by Statue of Liberty
Angelina’s for apple pie
Getting ready for boat ride
When you gotta selfie
Beautiful when it twinkles
On a boat on the Seine
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
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.