Our very last day in Paris, and it rained like cats and dogs. We were soaked to the bone but determined to get through the last of our list. We went to a beautiful éclair shop. Eclairs here are about a third of the size of those in America, but three times the taste. We walked to Notre Dame’s ins and outs of tiny chapels and saw the big rose windows. We went to a café not too far away and tried to wait out the torrential downpours. Dad finally had escargot and we had ciders and beers and croquet mousier and salads with goat cheese at a cafe that took pity on us. We went to Orangerie, whose water lilies rooms had been closed previously. They were back open today. The water lilies were something really beautiful to see, but the rest of the museum? Will you hate me if I say medium? Last looks at the Eiffel Tower and obelisk, last rides to our metro stop, last picking up sweets, last crepes at the crepe place next door, and last bottle of champagne.
Was it fun? Oui.
Did my parents try to covertly murder one another? Oui.
Did my dad try to carry everything, walk everywhere, learn the entire mail of Paris despite a bum knee? Oui.
Was my mom a good follower? Oui.
Was Shawn better than me at French despite my studying for weeks? Oui.
Was I a bossypants? Oui.
Did we bicker the whole time? Oui.
Tres bien. We loved it.
Merci, Paris, and au revoir!
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