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We are delayed in writing our last post, due to illness. The plane ride back was not miserable until 12 hours later we caught the world’s worst stomach bug. We have just made it back into our routine and it is Wednesday! We last left you on Thursday night...


That night we went to Eiffel Tower right after sunset. The views were outstanding and this was the amazement I wish the entire city gave me. I could have stayed the entire night if not for the cold.

Our last day in Paris was spent wondering the city. And finally I got to do a little shopping!! Most window shopping, but I did buy a few things. I must have been entertained to shop so little on this trip!

We tried to visit the city’s second prettiest church, Sainte Chapelle. Due to Friday mass, the line was over an hour. We kept walking to the Conciergerie. This is where people were jailed during the Revolution. They were actually beheaded at the Concorde (see earlier post).

We crossed the city’s oldest bridges to the Left Bank of the Seine. Due to confusing streets, we toured most of the Left Bank. It was different than the Right Bank, less stuffy and livelier. This side also had fewer museums.

We eventually found the Pantheon, which I have described as the French national monument to everything. It began as a church and a tribute to the city’s saint (St. Genevieve).

It is one of the largest crypts in Europe. This crypt wasn’t so creepy though, rather had large tombs in rooms.

Oh and don’t forget the Revolution statues and writings on all of famous Frenchmen. Jordan would add here: "what all two of them!?"

From there it was a much shorter walk to the Arenes de Lutece. This is a Roman Amphitheater from the 100s! It now functions as a park, which children were playing soccer. I doubt these children realized the significance of the stones around them.

We wondered back to the Opera area for happy hour/dinner and were surprised to eat next to a dog. He was very mischievous, but cute. He looked a lot like Jordan’s boss’s dog!

The last day we endured a glimpse of hell, otherwise known as Charles de Gaulle Airport. Over three hours later, we got to the gate. I somehow managed not to hit any Frenchman working at US Airways. This was only because I was afraid I could put on the no fly list and could not re-visit Amsterdam. They should thank their lucky stars. And then we took the ten hour flight to Charlotte. Home at last!

--Lauren