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Day 7 – Last Pizza in Paris

He wanted a million euros. I offered dollars. He said no. We walked!

Day 7 (actually it’s really day 8, but who’s counting a day of travel?) — Last day in Paris.

After a week of running hard, we had a last day in Paris, to chill, visit family (yes, this year our family grew like wildflowers when Tanya married Brian), and see a few things we didn’t get to see earlier in the week.

We began (and almost ended) the day a block away from the Eiffel Tower in the apartment of our son in law’s Aunt Kath. We’d met her and the rest of the Costello family over New Year’s, during the kids’ wedding.

We had a lovely lunch, enjoyed hanging out, sharing stories and making plans for the future with Kath, who lives in New Orleans. It was wonderful for all three of us, a little calm English speaking time for some Americanos…

By the time we left Kath’s place, it was after 5pm, but we were more than cool with that. It was a day to relax and enjoy and that’s exactly what it was.

We strolled over to the Eiffel Tower from Kath’s place and then headed down to the Palais Royale where we walked past the Louvre, through the beautiful Tuileries Gardens and up the Champs des Elysees toward the Arc de Triomphe.

Amid all the overpriced bistrots, street performers and McDonalds (OK, they have other stuff down there too, but we’ve seen Armani stores in Austin malls), we saw a Citroen brand store, featuring about 10 futuristic concept cars, each one on a different level. I’m not a car nut, but this was like a Disney ride in Tomorrowland! Check the flickr stream to see some of these cars. The guy in the store said the

“racy” one would cost about a million euros. I tried to talk him down, but he wouldn’t budge. So we walked away.

Sunday night … after 9pm … and the Champs des Elysees was so crowded you couldn’t see anything but the bobbing heads outlined by the slowly setting sun.

It was time to go back to our cozy little hotel in Montmarte, enjoy one last meal in Paris (it was at an Italian cafe) and watch the close of the Olympics on German TV.

Paris and France were lovely. We enjoyed the people, the places, the sights, sounds and tastes… even most of the smells.

Tomorrow we’ll be off to Belgium. I’ll have a beer.

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