Day 7- Bonjour! Parlay vous Francais? Because I sure don’t! Today I woke up early, did the usual routine, and settled in to watch The Life and Crimes of Dr. William Palmer for the second time on the tube. It’s a wonderful movie, but soon we had to say goodbye to Aunt Christie, and we jetted off to Paris from Scotland. The Edinburgh airport was open, so you walked out on the strip to get to the airport, like a celebrity or something. Dad said we should turn and wave like the celebs do, but I said that was too corny. This is totally off-topic, but I’ve been noticing that the toilets in Europe are cool. Instead of a handle or boring motion sensors, they have these way mod buttons that flush it automatically. Its super cool! Anywho, we had a layover in London-Heathrow before making the trip to Paris. Everything is close together in Europe, so from London to Paris only took 45 minutes. We got stamped for another country, and off we were. Our hotel in Paris, as described by Ellery (unable to comment at this time) is like a taxi: two beds facing each other. It’s a nice place three blocks away from the Eiffel Tower. Ok, so about the Eiffel Tower. When you walk up on it, you can only see a bunch of museums. Then you round a corner, and its like WOW! There’s a huge pavilion overlooking the Eiffel Tower, and guys are all selling mini tower statuettes. There are about 50 or so of them, all selling the same thing. Their prime sales spot is beneath the Eiffel Tower, but the fuzz then chases them off, and they all run down the street at once, in a mass. There’s such jingling, you’d think Santa was landing his reindeer. After viewing the Eiffel Tower, we walked to eat at a nice restaurant. Problem: Everything was in French! But no worries, the place had a translator waiter. Their steak was ok and their apple tart was to die for! Check me out tomorrow-I’ll be reviewing the Louvre!
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