Paris

Amsterdam meets Paris.
At this point some vagabond has gotten a hold of my debit card info and has gone to town so Paris almost didn’t happen. I digress, I’ll expand on that later.

Our metro stop – Jaurés

Walking from from our failed attempt to visit the Louvre. Closed on Tuesdays? Pretty random day of the week to be closed if you ask me.

The Eiffel Tower aka the makeshift thigh master.

After walking up how ever many flights to the 1st tier Steph and I hopped on a lift, while Ron keeping walking. He was probably trying to burn off all the ham we’ve consumed thus far.

The view from up top

This bakery was something out of a French film. It was equipped with a little old French lady with a tiny voice. They had sandwich options other then the EU’s staple ham, and cheese baguettes.

Finally the Louvre. We were only able to see the Ancient Egyptian exhibit because we got there an hour before closing. On the up side we got in for free because we were mistaken for EU citizens under 26. Kudos to Ron on speaking to the cashier in French.

What fascinated me about the exhibits were how advanced the Egyptians were and of course their use of color.

Baretts? Tre cliché because I didn’t see one Parisian in one. Tourists ruin everything.

Ordering sweets at Angelina’s

Had to try a Chocolate eclair. This photo is dedicated to my sis, Melissa, a lover of French cuisine.

Ron had some sort of layered mousse like cake. Mildly sweet, but creamy.

Angelina’s famous hot chocolate aka melted hershey bars. Whoa! This was intense! We were determined to finish it even if it had the potential to give us the shakes, and it did.

Walking to the Champs-Élysées