Paris Day Two

Andrea in front of the L'Arc d'Triomph. We took a moment to imagine what it must have looked like to see Napolean's troops make their victory march down the Champs d'Lysee and through the arch. We decided everyone looking on probably did the very first version of the The Wave.


Andrea ponders the meaning of art at the fountain of the Musee Pompidou

Anne is just happy to be in Paris

Here we are next to a guy who suffered from a bad case of getting "the big head"

This is a rent-a-bike station. With a credit card you can "check out a bike" as long as you return it to this or another staion throughout the city. Andrea and I considered it, but figured we would never make through Paris traffic alive. We still have children to raise.

Here we are at Notre Dame--Home of Quasimodo



I have run Andrea into the ground today. At least I got her to stay out until 8 p.m.--this is a late night for her! Way to push through the pain, Andrea. We did take advantage of the Metro (the Paris Subway), but we also covered quite a bit of ground on foot.

Our hotel is right by the Bastille. Hard to imagine that we are just feet away from where such a bloody revolution began. And that some of the buildings that surround us date back to around the time of that revolution. Andrea is overstimulated-too much walking, too many sites, too much history to contemplate. Oh, well, she'll be ready for another round after a good night's sleep.