It was small, which we don't complain about, but the toilet/shower situation was laughable. The mezzanine bed was fine and there is a small, twin bed/couch thing right behind me out of this picture. That's the shower right there. Right in the middle of the room/in the kitchen. Even though there's a toilet there, you can't actually use it as the owner placed that wooden board above it. Communal bathroom down the hall...not ideal but not awful.

When in France....

The baguette was all Taylor wanted in his life. The pepito (left) was AMAZING. This pastry is one favourite at PAUL in London (and PAUL is everywhere in Paris) and it's called a gormandise there. But this one blew the PAUL version out of the water. Without self-restraint, we would have gotten a dozen more.

Everywhere we go, no matter the language, we find familiarity and peace. A kind missionary sat next to us and translated the french for us.

We headed to Versailles because our Paris Pass included entry to this incredible looking place.

A beautifully maintained garden clock. haha

It took just over an hour to get to the gate from church in Paris. We took a look at the line snaking around for at least 1/4 mile, heard people say the wait was over 2 hours to get in and we bailed. I am sure it's lovely in there (and that I would have gotten incensed at the fact that so much luxury existed with such intense poverty and suffering) but it was HOT that day and sitting in the sun for 2 hours was not in our plans. There was still so much to see! Short trip, no time for waiting around.

-Thinking Man-

We went straight to The Rodin Museum. It is under construction/renovation so it was only a fraction of its picturesque glory.

Les Invalides. A large complex for all kinds of military purposes. A museum, a retirement home for military men and a burial ground for war heroes, most notably, Napoleon Bonaparte. His tomb is inside this building under the ornate dome.

Gelato. It was so much hotter than we expected and this delightful cherry gelato brought some relief.

One weird thing I noticed was that the chairs of many cafes are set up to face the street. I would think they would surround the table where the food and drinks would be placed. But here, it becomes an entertainment. People sitting drinking their tiny coffees and eating croissants have a full view of passersby. What? I watched couples and small groups talk about people walking by, pointing out this or that or just unashamedly staring at people until they were out of sight. I don't like it.

We ended up back in this area to get our souvenir. We get art so we headed to the south side of the river where there are loads of booths with all the iconic Parisian sights. Anywhere from 2-40 euros :)