If you remember my last post, I attempted to articulate what I had experienced in relation the memorials of the First World War. Whilst I feel I failed on that account, I now feel it is time to show you what happened when we visited Paris the next day. Let me just say this one thing: A day is Paris is not enough, when I can go back?
So after 3 hours travelling on a bus, with charades completely over played to the point we could just say “you got this wrong last time” and the answer would be instant. We arrived at our hotel in Pairs, and trust me, after living in a cabin-like hostel in Belgium, the modern decor and 10+ floors was a definite shock to the system. As it was about 6.30pm, naturally we stayed in the hotel for the rest of the night (we aren’t that wild, even though there was a disco in a questionable basement room).
The next day was actually crazy. We visited the Eiffel Tower, went on a two hour boat journey down the River Siene and then spent a good few hours wandering around the Avenue des Champs-Élysées (here I bought a mug from the disney store, fun fact.)
Here are some photographs I took. I hope they please your eyes.